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Oh, my home is in the mountains |
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I am free, I am free |
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I am one with wind and eagles |
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I am free |
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Given wings to sail in gracefulness |
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The sky, the sky |
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Given voice to sing in breathlessness |
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I find that I can fly |
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(Fly away) |
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I been a long time on the highway |
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I been a long time one the run |
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And it gets to be like chaos |
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When I'm so long away from home |
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And sometimes it's just too much to bare |
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And I hide behind my eyes |
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I can picture friendly faces |
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And I can dream of friendly skies |
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And I guess that I'm the lucky one |
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For the truth of what I know |
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For my heart has not denied me |
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And I have somewhere to go |
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I shall never be a prisoner |
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Trix steel and glass and stone |
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If I leave I will return again |
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To my rocky mountain home |
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Oh, my home is in the mountains |
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I am free, I am free |
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I am one with wind and eagle |
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I am free |
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Given wing to sail in gracefulness |
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The sky, the sky |
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Given voice to sing in breathlessness |
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I find that I can fly, fly away |
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In the hands of my father |
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In the light of the sunshine |
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On the wings of an eagle |
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I'm flying again |
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(I'm flying again) |
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I'm flying again |
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(I'm flying again) |
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I'm flying again |
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(I'm flying again) |
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I'm flying again |
