| I’m flying across the ocean and I’m soaring
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| Back home to the place I was born
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| You know that I’m flying across the mountains
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| And valleys, back home to the one that I love so much
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| Now don’t blame me for feeling homesick
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| I have been away for such a very long, long time
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| Lord, you know I served once in the county jail
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| And I feel strong for being hungry, tired and poor
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| On and on, guess I was born to run
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| With your buttons and bows
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| Yeah, with your buttons and bows
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| Yeah, with your buttons and bows
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| Yeah, with your buttons and bows
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| Yeah, with your buttons and bows
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| I’m flying across the ocean and I’m soaring
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| Back home to the place I was born
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| You know that I’m flying across the mountains
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| And valleys, back home to the one that I love and miss
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| On and on, guess I was born to run
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| With your buttons and bows
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| On and on, guess I was born to run
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| With your buttons and bows
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| On and on, guess I was born to run
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| With your buttons and bows
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| On and on, guess I was born to run
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| With your buttons and bows
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| Oh, with your buttons and bows
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| (On and on, guess I was born to run)
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| (With your buttons and bows)
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| Yeah, with your buttons and bows
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| On and on, guess I was born to run
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| With your buttons and bows
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| On and on, guess I was born to run
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| With your buttons and bows
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| On and on, guess I was born to run
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| With your buttons and bows |