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This time when he slammed the door

you knew it was over

picked yourself up off the floor

and went looking for a new day

 

It wasn’t good

to be bruised and battered

a love that didn’t work as it should

and this one left you shattered.

 

What is there to do my girl except

Dust off, stand up, be proud?

What is there to do here now except

begin again, head up, shout aloud

I can do this, I can do this on my own!

 

There was a time when you wouldn’t believe

there was a future for you flying solo

but things are different now and you can conceive

there's another way for you out there.

 

And here you stand on the cusp of it all

in the palm of your hands the leaves ripen

possibilities, well, they have you enthralled

but you know you are right to feel frightened

 

What is there to do my girl except

Dust off, stand up, be proud?

What is there to do here now except

begin again, head up, shout aloud

I can do this, I can do this on my own!

 

Begin again, take your suitcase off the shelf

give your odds and ends to someone else

jump on the train and leave this place

let’s take on a different face.

Spring is sprung inside your heart

and now it’s time to fly this nest.

 

 

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