There’s a bird outside and it?s singing to the sunrise
And a girl dances under his tree humming happily
Because she knows that she is free

Free like the wind blowing back her hair
And dancing with the leaves as they share
In the music of her heart innocent and pure
From the start to the end

She looks at the bird, stops her dancing
And begins to wish she could fly, fly to be free
The bird sees her and he longs to dance just once
Dance there in the tree and be

Free like the wind blowing back her hair
And dancing with the leaves as they share
In the music of her heart innocent and pure
From the start to the end

The girl starts to flap her arms trying to fly to the sky
She forgets that she can dance
And the bird moves his feet around trying to feel the groove
If only he could dance he would feel free

Free like the wind blowing back her hair
And dancing with the leaves as they share
In the music of her heart innocent and pure
From the start to the end

They see each other looking ridiculously, trying to be something else
But imitation is the highest form of flattery and they realize that
They are and always will be

Free like the wind blowing back her hair
And dancing with the leaves as they share
In the music of her heart innocent and pure
From the start to the end

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