| I feel jealous of the dragon
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| | I keep secretsso do you so do not act so
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| I hold my dragon drawings
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| | proudwho do you think you are?
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| I want to breathe his power
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| | I think the train is coming
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| I want to yell sometimes
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| | I hear it rushing toward me.
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| I think maybe I will take me out of this
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| | I will stand in front of ittill that last
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| boxbuild me backstart to find that spark.
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| | momentthen calmly step awayjust like
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| I want to go to partiesdress up like a
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| | before.
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| jesterwear a mask of feathersbutterfly
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| | I do not need your directions.
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| tattoostribal tattooslet the fire flowlet
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| | I missed outit comes down to that
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| my dance fight for me.
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| | I want to go to parties.
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| I am tiredof being tired
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| | I want a tattoomaybe a fairymaybe a
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| I am slow to see ittoo latetoo badand the
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| | starmaybe a tribal tattoo
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| tinges of sadnessgolden cages I cannot
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| | I want to go to a tattoo gallery.
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| opennever or ever.
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| | Of course there are good daysfilled with
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| I wish I was a dragon
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| | natures gifts.
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| I wish I was that strong
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| | I did not and do not miss that.
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| I wish that I could yell my storiesmake
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| | Quit telling me.
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| them realfold up all the treesas
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| | I am tired of hearing explanations
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| beautiful as they arethey block my view
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| | I am tired of know it all people
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| I want to see a bigger story.
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| | I am tired of me being one
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| I want to go to partiesscream out
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| | I want to go to a party.
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| songswear nothing at allmaybe just a ruby
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| | I want to be wild.
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| on my cheek.
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| | I feel jealous of the dragonand so do
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| I want to go to a tattoo gallerycount
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| | you.
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| their fairy tattooson other people, maybe
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| | I do not care that you won't admit it.
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| me
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| | I don't believe you.
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| I want to fly freeand not care about
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| | Just down the hallwaythere you arejust as
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| anything at all.
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| | I thoughtcounting the daysand all your
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| I want to drink till I cannot standcut
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| | pennies.
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| the ribbon in the hallway.
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