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BmI heard a street singer pClay a song I Gknew
BmIt brougBbmht me cAmloser to yGou
BmI heard a street singer pClay a song I Gcall my own
BmIt broughtBbm me to my cAmhildhood hGome
Did Cyou Bmgo bAmack frGom where youD came?
If I gCet tBmhere, Amwill they hGave mDy name?
If they dCon't, IBm'll onlyAm have mysGelf toD blame
For aCll thGese thingsD, true happiness is haCving wings G
BmLife is a blurry-eyed, heavy-heCarted whirlwind of a storm G
BmSome thiBbmngs just hAmurt too much to cGry
BmMemories are like shadows the light wCon't make disappeaGr
BmI stilBbml see yAmou smiling with your eGyes
Did Cyou Bmgo bAmack from wheGre you came? D
If I gCet tBmhere, Amwill they hGave my naDme?
If they dCon't, IBm'll onlyAm have mysGelf to blDame
For aCll thGese thinDgs, true happinCess is having wiGngs
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Did Cyou Bmgo bAmack frGom where youD came?
If I gCet tBmhere, Amwill they hGave mDy name?
If they dCon't, IBm'll onlyAm have mysGelf toD blame
For aCll thGese thinDgs, true happiCness is having wGings
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DTrue hapCpiness is havingG wings
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