You can’t pin me down, movings in my blood, and I was born to those with music in their hands.
I spent my first four years, in Germany. Was made there but I’m an English girl.

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Keep trying but I can’t keep still. I’m a small tree with no roots in soil.
You can’t pin me down, it doesn’t suit my style.

I’ll stay a while and then I’m moving on. When you lose someone,
it teaches many things. The gift of life, the gift of time.

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You can’t pin me down, I wouldn’t get nowhere. I’m a slow train creeping through the night.
You can’t pin me down, it doesn’t suit my style. I’ll stay a while and then I’m flying out.

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I’m a free bird and when the Winter comes I’m gone.