| I felt restless and I felt soft
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| Didn’t know anymore who I was rippin' off
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| The packed in picnic lacked seriously on food
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| Had more wine than I knew what with to do
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| I just don’t know what it is
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| I just don’t know what it is
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| To be free, to hold
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| And have somebody lean on me
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| Can blame it on your teachers
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| You can blame it on the weather
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| Blame it on how your mother
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| And father didn’t stick together
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| Someday, my friend
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| It’s gonna make sense in our heads
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| Can’t make up our mind
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| Till we wake up and make our bed, and
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| I just don’t know what it is
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| I just don’t know what it is
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| To be free, to hold
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| And have somebody lean on me
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| One day I felt so good nothin' could bring me down
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| And next mornin' I awoke, I was plastered to the ground
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| Whistle your favorite tune when it’s all said and done
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| If your maker don’t approve
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| At least you know you’ve had your fun, and
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| I just don’t know what it is
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| I just don’t know what it is
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| To be free, to hold and have somebody
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| To be free, to go out singin' in the rain
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| To be free, to believe completely in somebody
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| To be free, to let love win again |