| One morning in june some twenty years ago
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| I was born a rich mans son
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| I had everything that money could buy
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| But freedom — I had none
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| Ive been lookin for freedom
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| Ive been lookin so long
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| Ive been lookin for freedom
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| Still the search goes on Ive been lookin for freedom
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| Since I left my home town
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| Ive been lookin for freedom
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| Still it cant be found
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| I headed down the track, my baggage on my back
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| I left the city far behind
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| Walkin down the road, with my heavy load
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| Tryin to find some peace of mind
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| Father said youll be sorry, son,
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| If you leave your home this way
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| And when you realize the freedom money buys
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| Youll come running home some day
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| I paid a lotta dues, had plenty to lose
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| Travelling across the land
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| Worked on a farm, got some muscle in my arm
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| But still Im not a self-made man
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| Ill be on the run for many years to come
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| Ill be searching door to door
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| But, given some time, some day Im gonna find
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| The freedom Ive been searchin for |