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Ready to Fly

Breathing in my freedom
And I'm gone for just a little while
Then the present pulls me back
And my wings are forced shut
Like a door closing
It hurts worse than a knife through the heart
My hopes, my dreams, they're all locked back up
The loss of freedom is harsh a reality to believe
I'm ready to fly, go somewhere brand new
Onto a newer horizon
If only they could see that
If only they knew...



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