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A tall tree, turn and face the west |
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Oh we're running with the wind |
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On high cliff top we're waiting with the rest |
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For this journey to begin |
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Chorus (after each verse): |
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And these broken wings won't fly |
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These broken wings won't fly |
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These broken wings won't fly at all |
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See how we laugh, maybe we should crawl |
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And beg to be excused |
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We shout loudly, have answers to it all |
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But we have been refused |
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Girl child, you're dancing with the wind |
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Growing with the silver trees |
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Your young questions, you ask me what it means |
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But I am not at ease |
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A tall tree, turn and face the west |
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Oh we're running with the wind |
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On high cliff top we're waiting with the rest |
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For this journey to begin |
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These broken wings won't fly |
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These broken wings won't fly |
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These broken wings won't fly |
