Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray
Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
I wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I would pray, I could break away
I'll spread my wings
And I'll
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