| Emily shrugs and drags her heels as she takes the guided tour
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| It seemed like such an amazing deal
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| When she was looking at the brochure
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| Stuck on a bus with strangers
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| Wishing she could be at home
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| With me Poor little Emily
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| How does it feel to be free?
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| Lyin' in bed
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| The pain in my head
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| From running around all day
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| Tryin' to find what was rightfully mine
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| But I ran out of things to say
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| Runnin' around with strangers
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| Wishing she could run away with me.
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| Poor little Emily
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| How does it feel to be free
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| From familiar fingertips
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| To a persecuted grip?
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| From the pan into the fire
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| Now a thread becomes a wire
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| Under which you must crawl
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| Through a ditch and over the wall
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| Emily works her fingers
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| Right down to her aching bones
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| While my aching head’s got me stuck
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| In bed working on being alone
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| Working around the clock
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| Wishing she had worked it out with me
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| Poor little Emily
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| How does it feel to be free?
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| Poor little Emily
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| How does it feel to be free?
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| Poor little Emily
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| How does it feel to be free? |