| Walkin' free, no care in the world
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| Glide over blue fostered waves
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| (She watches the sun go down)
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| (She watches the sun go down)
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| Running free, not a care in the world
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| Skip over white piles of sugar
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| (She watches the moon come up)
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| (She watches the moon come up)
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| Boarded in a golden cage
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| Feeded honey and pearls
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| (Show the world you prize possession)
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| (Show the world you prize possession)
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| We can see all that you own
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| But we know what you deserve
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| (Show the world you prize possession)
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| (Show the world you prize possession)
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| Shackels made of gold
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| Bars made of bronze
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| Make a man feel old
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| Make a little girl young
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| (She watches the sun go down)
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| (She watches the sun go down)
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| Dark eyes staring in his full hands
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| Blue eyes see black wealth
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| Someone tell him what makes a man
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| What gives a family health
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| (She watches the moon come up)
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| (She watches the moon come up)
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| Boarded in a golden cage
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| Feeded honey and pearls
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| (Show the world you prize possession)
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| (Show the world you prize possession)
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| We can see all that you own
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| But we know what you deserve
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| (Show the world you prize possession)
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| (Show the world you prize possession)
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| Have we come this far, is this the end of the line?
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| Kill the son of the lord, leave a mess behind?
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| Have we come this far, is this the end of the line?
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| Kill the son of the lord, leave a mess behind?
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| Have we come this far, is this the end of the line?
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| Kill the son of the lord, leave a mess behind? |