Let me out from this house, I want the wind in my hair.
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The nearness to a window is no longer a sufficient sun.
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I'm sick of this vase telling me how deep my roots can reach.
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It only gives me as much as it can hold for me to drink.
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And I say,
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Come my way, come my way, I want you to,
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Set me free, set me free. ?I am a wildflower.
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Our lives required a windowsill and soil and a flowerpot.
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I won't be satisfied until my form of godliness requires God.
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I'll watch the empire of your kindness
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As it outshines the sun up in the sky.
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We'll worship with our minds
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And finally worship with our lives.
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