There's a fire in me
About to melt the bottom of the sea
It was a beautiful thing
And all these memories
Trying to hold me back
But they can't see
I was born to be free
Be free, be free
Be free, be free
There's a fire in me
About to melt the bottom of the sea
It was a beautiful thing
And all these memories
Trying to hold me back
But they can't see
I was born to be free
Be free, be free
Be free, be free
Be free, be free
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