| Run to the top of the highest mountain
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| Look all over this big wide world
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| Can you see what needs to be done, hmm?
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| Can you feel what’s been for too long, well
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| Do your hands stat shakin'
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| When you see man’s fakin'
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| That he’s doing what’s right
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| But he’s so uptight
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| That it drives you right out of your mind?
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| Here’s a little something from me friends
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| If living’s what you’re doing
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| Then why don’t you be free
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| To jump up and down and shout out loud
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| I’m free
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| Why don’t you be free
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| Sit in the depths of the deepest crater
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| Bounce all over this big wide moon
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| Did you know for every death there’s a birth, ow?
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| Oh, can you feel what’s going to happen to Earth, ow?
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| Are your hands still shaking
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| 'Cause you know man’s faking
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| That he;s doing what’s right
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| But he’s so uptight
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| That it drives you right out of your mind
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| Here’s a little something from me
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| Friends
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| If living’s what you’re doing
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| Then why don’t you be free
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| I’m free
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| I’m free
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| I’m free
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| But don’t you know I’m free
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| Run to the top of the highest mountain |