| I was born as a free man
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| And now I’m tied to the mast
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| Like the strings of an old guitar
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| I bent out of tune too fast
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| Now as your temperature rises
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| As I baulk on the flames
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| As I come to devices
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| I hear the words that you say
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| Give it up, give it up, give it up
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| Oh, give it up
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| Are you trying to say this world’s not beautiful enough?
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| Outside line to a collect call
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| Oh you say it’s easy
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| You do it just to tease me I know
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| Now I’m the ghost of a thousand
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| Now I’m a million years
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| I’ve been the slave to the old song
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| That’s ringing in your ear
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| Direct line to all you girls and boys
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| You say that love will free me
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| You say it just to see me give up
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| Give it up, give it up, give it up
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| Oh give it up
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| Are you trying to say this world is not beautiful enough?
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| What’s it like on the moral high ground?
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| Judging by your face well I’m glad I never asked
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| Step outside the bar and kick seven shades of shit out of you
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| Outside line to, to all you girls and boys
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| Give it up, give it up, give it up
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| Oh give it up
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| Are you trying to say this world’s not beautiful enough?
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| Seven shades of nothing
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| Seven shades of nothing to use |