Can we really live without each other?
Where did we lose the touch
that seemed to mean to much?
It always made me feel so... free as a bird.
Like the next best thing to be,
free as a bird.
Home, home and dry, like a homing bird I'll fly
as a bird on wings.
It's the next best thing to be
f r e e a s a b i r d
♥
♥
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