| Free, cos I’m getting a grip on my life
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| Hope: got a new kinda trip on my mind
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| Don’t need your threats, no more advice, no
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| Don’t need to dress just to make you fell nice
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| Cos you’re not
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| In control of my life !
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| Free to achieve all the things I have in mind
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| Close to the day when I’ll love and leave you behind
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| Don’t need your words that cut like a knife
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| Won’t be a part of your trivial life
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| Anymore
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| Cos, I’m getting a will of my own !
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| Strolling in the hurricane
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| No, I don’t give a damn
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| And I’m rolling in the pouring rain
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| You can say what you like, I don’t mind !
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| Clean, cos I’m washing you dirt from my life
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| Bold, cos I’m freeing the girl deep inside
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| Don’t need your lies, don’t want no more
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| No huge innuendoes that are larger than life
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| Strolling in the hurricane
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| No, I don’t give a damn
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| And I’m rolling in the pouring rain
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| Strolling in the hurricane
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| No, I don’t give a damn
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| And I’m rolling in the pouring rain
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| You can say what you like
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| Strolling in the hurricane
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| No, I don’t give a damn
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| And I’m rolling in the pouring rain |