| I’ve got leather on my shoes
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| And i’ve got a dream to live
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| There is nothing left to lose
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| So i’m going
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| I’ve got a suitcase here in my hand
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| And i’ve got a hungry heart
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| And i’m going to join the millions
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| There before me, on the freedom road;
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| No-one's coming to my door
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| And all my friends have gone
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| There’s no work here anymore
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| It’s deserted
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| And though i know i hate to leave
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| From this land that i love
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| There’s a new tomorrow waiting
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| Yes it’s shining on the freedom road
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| On the freedom road;
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| Oh sometimes it’s going to be lonely
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| Sometimes it will be sad
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| But i’ve got to keep on going
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| Until i hold that promised land
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| In the palm of my hand;
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| Nothing ventured, nothing gained or won
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| Without a hard fight
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| We would never reach the sun
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| Without trying
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| And when we’re a million miles from home
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| Out in the starry night
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| We will see we’re not alone
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| In the heavens, out on freedom road
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| Out on freedom road… out on freedom road |