| So cold the river
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| So high the mountain
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| So low the valley
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| So strong the wind
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| Stuck in a downpour
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| It soaks your skin
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| And now you’re screaming out
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| Not this again!
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| But something’s creeping
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| Something’s telling me
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| There’s some blue skies coming
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| Right around the bend
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| We’ll be better off
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| Just hold on tight my friend
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| I know it’s hard, so hard to move
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| But we’ll keep on moving on
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| I know it’s hard, so hard to move
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| So we’ll sing this freedom song
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| So tight the grip is
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| So tall the towers
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| (The towers, the towers)
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| Where the lowly find a voice
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| In these waning hours
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| (Waning hours, waning hours)
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| We must move upward
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| Despite our sin
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| To new horizons
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| Begin again
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| But something’s creeping
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| Something’s telling me
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| There’s some blue skies coming
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| Right around the bend
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| We’ll be better off
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| Just hold on tight my friend
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| I know it’s hard, so hard to move
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| But we’ll keep on moving on
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| I know it’s hard, so hard to move
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| So we’ll sing this freedom song
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| Yeah we’ll sing this freedom song
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| Yeah we’ll sing this
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| Freedom song
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| But something’s creeping
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| Something’s telling me
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| There’s some blue skies coming
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| Right around the bend
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| We’ll be better off
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| Just hold on tight my friend
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| I know it’s hard, so hard to move
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| But we’ll keep on moving on
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| I know it’s hard, so hard to move
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| So we’ll sing this freedom song
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| Yeah we’ll sing this freedom song
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| Yeah we’ll sing this
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| Freedom song |