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Natasha Bedingfield

Sojourn

Sitting on the edge
Of an armchair,
My seatbelt unfastened,
Shoelaces not tied.

Letting the wind mess my hair
Make up all smudged
Waking up all blurry eyed.

It's too early in the morning
For my words to come out right.
Just getting used to sunshine
I'm still squinting in the light

And it looks like a perfect day
Just to get away.
All the mundane
Has bought out the rebel
I was born to be.
And it feels like the perfect time
Just to break away.
This is my life.
It's a sojourn from the norm.

I'm a non-conformist,
I like doing stupid things
Like laughing on a train
Or falling in love again.
Television, magazines,
They tell you how to live your life
But not how to use your brain.

It's too early in the morning
For my words to come out right.
Just getting used to sunshine
I'm still squinting in the light.

And it looks like a perfect day
Just to get away.
All the mundane
Has bought out the rebel
I was born to be.
And it feels like the perfect time
Just to break away.
This is my life.
It's a sojourn from the norm.

I wanna do something
I've never done
Dip my toe
Beneath the surface
Of a sea that i've never seen the bottom of.
I'm not perfect,
Don't have to be
Can walk around in just bare feet,
I'm comfortable in my own skin.
My confidence, it starts within.

And it looks like a perfect day
Just to get away.
All the mundane
Has bought out the rebel
I was born to be.
And it feels like the perfect time
Just to break away.
This is my life.
It's a sojourn from the norm,
It's a sojourn from the norm.

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