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Oh these tattered |
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imaginary wings |
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Want to make them real |
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real |
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Oh these many |
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useless coverings |
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Want to make throw away |
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away |
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You are the shelter in the winter rain |
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You are the child underneath the pain |
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You are |
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Feeling heavy |
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you won?t let it down |
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It?s not their not |
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their |
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Sparrow falling |
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until she?s on the ground |
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Your not alone |
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alone |
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You are the caged one who is finally free |
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You are the oasis in the desert heat |
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You are the shelter in the winter rain |
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You are the child underneath the pain |
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You hold the answer though you can?t explain |
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What you are to me |