I don’t know what the year's teaching me
I'm not taking my wings for granted
Cover your face if you want but stop preaching me
My plane is waiting and soon departed
I'm hearing its jet engines roar
Feeling my heart soaring like before
Hearing the bells outside my cell
Feeling the freedom they foretell
Goodbye darlings, it’s been nice
To each their own paradise - Nash
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