Something happened the other night
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Right after the show
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Someone handed me a photograph
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Of a girl from a long time ago
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With wind in her hair, sun in her smile
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Hardly a care and no sense of style
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She was free
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Yeah, free
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Couldn't help myself traveling in time
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I was back on that stage
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Hanging on to Denzel Martin guitar
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While the music played, singing
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Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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Turning around in an old [?] dress
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Barefoot and breezy, a beautiful mess
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I was free
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Yeah, free
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Now I'm thinking 'bout the days gone by
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How we change and we don't know why
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I'd pull out that old dress if I could
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Spin around, it would sure feel good, singing
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Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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I can hear the music
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Echo from that photograph
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The passion and the surrender,
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I wanna get that feeling back
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The wind in my hair, sun in my smile
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Hardly a care and a little wild, singing
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Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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(Oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
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The wind in my hair, the sun in my smile
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Hardly a care, a little wild
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The wind in my hair, the sun in my smile
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Hardly a care and a little wild
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I was free, I was free
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Been thinking 'bout the days gone by
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And I feel fine
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Free
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| Amy Grant |
