A fallen chick without its wings, it can’t fly
I'm sitting here alone, I can’t fly
The fallen chick out of its nest, its wings wont let him sore
Me sitting alone, my wings wont let me sore
Unwilling to let me succeed
A chick and me
Unable to be what we can be
We can’t fly.
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