| Born in the city of Hamburg in 1963
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| A new developed surrounding and the cemetery
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| Father was a banker, he rarely was at home
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| Mama took the duty, raised me on her own
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| Oh no, I could not speak or go
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| But one thing that I already did know
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| Born Free, no limits in my sky
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| Born Free, all my life
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| And then the sound came to me, it was the radio
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| «No me molest mosquito», the first thing I did know
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| And then it finally grabbed me, it was the Slade and The Sweet
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| It made me feel so groovy, it gave me instant heat
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| Oh no, I could not let it go
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| The music hit me down into the core
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| Born Free, no limits in my sky
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| Born Free, all my life
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| Rays in hell with the priest
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| Raising hell with the beast
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| Oh no, I’ll never let it go
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| No one will ever take my Rock’n’Roll
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| Born Free, no limits in my sky
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| Born Free, all my life
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| Born Free, get out of my own way
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| Born Free, my own way
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| Born Free |