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I've been tellin' my dreams to the scarecrow |
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About the places that I'd like to see |
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I say, "Friend do you think I'll ever get there?" |
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Oh, but he just stands there smilin' back at me |
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So I confess my sins to the preacher |
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About the love I'd been prayin' to find |
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Is there a brown-eyed boy in my future? |
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And he says, "Girl, you've got nothin' but time" |
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But how do you wait for Heaven? |
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And who has that much time? |
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And how do you keep your feet on the ground? |
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When you know that you were born, you were born to fly |
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My daddy, he is grounded like the oak tree |
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My momma, she is as steady as the sun |
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Oh you know I love my folks, but I keep starin' down the road |
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Just lookin' for my one chance to run |
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Hey 'cause I will soar away like the blackbird |
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I will blow in the wind like a seed |
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I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams |
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And I will grow up where I want, wild and free |
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Oh how do you wait for Heaven? |
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And who has that much time? |
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And how do you keep your feet on the ground? |
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When you know that you were born, you were born, yeah |
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You were born to fly |
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So how do you wait for Heaven? |
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And who has that much time? |
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And how do you keep your feet on the ground? |
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When you know that you were born, you were born to fly, yeah |
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You were born to fly, fly, fly, fly, hey |
