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Birds in the air |
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Will I keep on hoping for myself |
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For many years I've been held inside this wishing well |
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I can't see anymore I've tried to reason my life |
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I can't feel anymore I find it hard to survive |
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And God will I see the day I will be free |
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I will be free |
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If somebody hears |
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Then I'm proud I've been a lucky one |
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But sometimes I fear it's been a waste and the worst is yet to come |
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I can't give anymore everything's been taken away |
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And the ones I adore keep getting farther each day |
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God let me believe the day I will be free |
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I will be free |
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Can you see me at all do you care to understand |
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Can you hear me at all will you turn your eyes again |
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God let me believe the day I will be free |
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I will be free |