| Be on your guard when you sit in the open places
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| because i’m blessed with all the wonders of the sun
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| when tigers, palmtrees, rattlesnakes unfold their graces
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| that kind of magic you may get a sunburn from
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| and there’s no better way for us
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| than our old sweet ways
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| and angels burn to dust
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| before the human race
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| we’re giants under a rainbow
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| we’re stranded east of eden
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| sometimes we’re crying in the afterglow
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| in a world of broken toys, how can we live without them
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| freedom that is what you are always screaming
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| it is a scream but more a nightmare than a laugh
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| those without faith are liars even when they’re dreaming
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| i’d put my faith in god if he knew how to dance
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| but there’s no devil in the darkness
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| no demon in the skies
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| nothing to be afraid of
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| cross my heart and hope to die
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| we’re giants under a rainbow
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| we’re stranded east of eden
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| sometimes we’re crying in the afterglow
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| in a world of broken toys, how can we live without them
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| freedom!
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| freedom!
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| we’re giants… freedom!
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| we’re stranded… freedom!
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| sometimes we’re crying… freedom!
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| how can we live without them… |