| I’ve been tellin' my dreams to the scarecrow
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| 'Bout the places that I’d like to see
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| I said, friend do you think I’ll ever get there
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| Ah, but he just stands there smilin' back at me So I confessed my sins to the preacher
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| About the love I’ve been prayin' to find
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| Is there a brown eyed boy in my future, yeah
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| 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’s grounded like the oak tree
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| My momma, she is steady as the sun
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| Oh you know I love my folks
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| But I keep starin' down the road
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| Just lookin' for my one chance to run
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| Yeah, '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’ll wander 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
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| 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
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| You were born to fly fly fly fly
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| Hey
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| Ooooh, ooooh |