You are gifted
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You are golden
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The veil is lifted from my eyes
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Speak to me in words unspoken
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And I no longer have to hide
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Now I know Ia¢æ¢âm going back to Fairborn
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Now I know ita¢æ¢âs where I gottaa¢æ¢â be
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And the road Ia¢æ¢âm walking down
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Goes on and on and on and on and on in front of me
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In times of trouble
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In times of worry
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I am safe and I am sound
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Cause I have love to travel with me
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And no fear to tie me down
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Now I know Ia¢æ¢âm going back to Boston
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Now I know ita¢æ¢âs where I gottaa¢æ¢â be
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And the road Ia¢æ¢âm walking down
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Goes on and on and on and on and on in front of me
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When I was younger
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I had a vision
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I was a child with childlike faith
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No analyzing
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No indecision
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Nothing standing in my way
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So now Ia¢æ¢âll go back to Minnesota
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Now Ia¢æ¢âll go where I gottaa¢æ¢â be
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And the road Ia¢æ¢âm walking down
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Goes on and on and on and on and on in front of me
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Fairborn
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| Alice Peacock |
