| preacher said they didnt know
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| what to sing their songs about
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| so they laughed and they sang
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| freedom rings in their wings
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| they sing for freedom
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| they started breathing
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| they dont wanna ever stop leaving
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| they felt like hell on earth
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| but they fought their hearts out
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| because they wanted to feel free
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| they would sing around that tree
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| in the forest
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| hoping that the tree would be their friend
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| they were already friends til the end
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| they dont even need to hit send
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| they knew friends til the end
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| meant they had eachothers hands to lend
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| each others hearts to mend
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| mend, lend they were such fashion trends
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| they knew friends til the end
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| meant they had eachothers hands to lend
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| each others hearts to mend
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| mend, lend they were such fashion trends
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| even when they dont hit send
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| they werent made to blend
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| they were what we call a true friend
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| even when they dont hit send
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| they were made of gold
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| hearts that could never be sold
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| they were told to be bold
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| but they were strong
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| pretty girls
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| pretty friends
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| pretty souls
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| they were made of gold
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| that aint even gotta be told
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| dont care how many records are sold
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| they were made of gold
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| friends til the end |