| Well I heard the bells of freedom once
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| As I was coming down the road
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| Coming down the road
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| And I followed that echo wherever it would go
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| As I was coming down the road
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| But there always seemed to be trouble in my path
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| I found my hands tied behind my back
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| As I was coming down the road
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| Coming down the road
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| Well I heard the truth call my name
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| As I was coming down the road
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| Coming down the road
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| And I followed that voice to the valley below
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| As I was coming down the road
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| And it took me down a path where I was lost all the time
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| I found some truth but it could never be mine
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| As I was coming down the road
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| Coming down the road
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| And I saw myself for a second as I really am
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| As I was coming down the road
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| And I had to look away in disbelief I suppose
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| As I was coming down the road
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| I caught a glimpse of myself as others see me
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| And I wasn’t the fella that I thought I’d be
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| As I was coming down the road
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| Coming down the road
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| I saw you out my window
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| As you was walking alone
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| Coming down the road
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| And I raised my hand as if to say hello
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| As I was coming down the road
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| But you didn’t wave back
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| You just walked on by
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| Alone by yourself
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| Till the day you die
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| And I guess the truth and freedom before us all are lies
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| Somewhere down the road
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| Somewhere down the road |