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Like
a bird that forgot how to fly
I forgot how to walk
And ran and ran
Now
I look back on the road
Which I feel
Both long and short
Yes,
this is the road I chose
(*)
The footprints I left behind
Are distorted and muddy
But I don't regret them at all
I'm proud of them from the bottom of my heart
Yes,
this is the road I chose
(*)
repeat
I
can't live along well as before
I'm not so tactful
But one thing I can tell you is
I keep on going this way with my head held high
A
bird that forgot how to fly
Will be able to flap its wings once again
Just as I could start walking again
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