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Late at night |
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Coming home after a hard day |
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And no one knows again |
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What's going on inside my head |
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Streets are jammed |
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Still long hours till I'm there |
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Look through the window, it's all the same |
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There is no one who seems to care |
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No one will ask me what is going on |
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There's no such place like home |
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I'm only safe when I'm alone |
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Fly - when the tears of joy I cry |
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I'm blind with open eyes and |
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Far away, in another land |
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I read my sense in life |
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Fly - with the wings of freedom I... |
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And on my fall, I rid myself of chains |
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That would hold me back to rise to |
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My peace inside |
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One more day, I get up in the morning again |
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Work for a name without a face |
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In this stone jungle that I live |
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Every day, I do what doesn't matter to me |
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There is a small plant on my desk |
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I'm gonna take it and run away |
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The boss will ask me what is going on |
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Just get your work done |
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He won't miss me when I'm gone |
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Fly - when the tears of joy I cry |
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I'm blind with open eyes and |
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Far away, in another land |
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I read my sense in life |
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Fly - with the wings of freedom I... |
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And on my fall I rid myself of chains |
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That would hold me back to rise to |
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My peace inside |
