| Things got real, I ran,
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| Wondering if I had what it takes to be a man,
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| Thinking I was cut from that stock,
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| I’d listen all day, but when it came time to walk,
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| I would stumble in and out of that blue,
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| The only fear I had was hearing half of the story.
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| Yeah freedom, is where we are standing,
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| Something is wrong.
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| I’d start the day by drawing my conclusions,
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| Only in the moments when I needed belief,
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| To battle what I thought was confusion,
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| I’d come to find my struggle was hearing myself speak,
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| In the wind, like a promise meant nothing,
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| Speaking like a promise meant nothing.
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| Yeah freedom, is where we are standing,
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| Something is wrong.
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| Yeah freedom, is where we are standing,
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| Something is desperately wrong.
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| Yeah freedom, is where we are standing,
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| Something is wrong.
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| Yeah freedom, is where we are standing,
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| Something is desperately wrong. |