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Packed up my suitcase, Daddy,
Picked up my room. Wrote out a note for Mommy, I’ll try to come back soon. Left my door open, Brother, Come take what’s yours. This little sister’s leavin’, on a self-guided tour. ‘Cause I need to breathe, I need to cry. I need to feel, I need to fly. I’m runnin’ out of Air to breathe I’m leavin now You can’t Stop Me Picked up my suitcase, Daddy, Packed up my car. Thought about that note for Mommy, I know I gotta run far. I looked back at that house there, Brother, Knew I’d miss you so. But this little sister’s got So many places to go. Cause I need to breathe, I need to cry. I need to feel, I need to fly. I’m runnin’ out of Room at home, I’m leaving now Though I’ll miss You So Startin’ up my car now, Daddy, Buckle myself in. I promise I’ll stay safe, Mommy, You know I’m in it to win. I back out the driveway, Brother, And head down the street. This little sister’s leavin’ I’m finally findin’ my feet. ‘Cause I need to breathe, I need to cry. I need to feel, I need to fly. I’m runnin’ out for Bein’ me I’m leaving now I’m gone I’m Free Now I know how to breathe And I know how to cry I’ve learned to feel I love to fly I ran out once for Being me I’m gone now, Daddy I’m free I’m me.
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