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Turn me loose from your hands |
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Let me fly to distant lands |
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Over green fields, trees and mountains |
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Flowers and forest fountains |
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Home along the lanes of the skyway |
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For this dark and lonely room |
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Projects a shadow cast in gloom |
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And my eyes are mirrors of the world outside |
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Thinking of the ways that the wind can turn the tide |
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And these shadows turn from purple into gray |
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For just a skyline pigeon dreaming of the open waiting for the day |
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And he can spread his wings and fly away again |
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Fly away skyline pigeon fly |
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Towards the dreams you've left so very far behind |
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Fly away skyline pigeon fly |
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Towards the dreams you've left so very far behind |
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Let me wake up in the morning |
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To the smell of new mown hay |
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To laugh and cry, to live and die |
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In the brightness of my day |
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I want to hear the pealing bells |
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Of distant churches sing |
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But most of all please free me |
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From this aching metal ring |
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And open out this cage towards the sun |
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For just a skyline pigeon dreaming of the open waiting for the day |
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And he can spread his wings and fly away again |
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Fly away skyline pigeon fly |
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Towards the dreams you've left so very far behind |
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Fly away skyline pigeon fly |
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Towards the dreams you've left so very, so very far behind |