| I’ve been stemmin' for change and singing in these streets now
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| Long as I care to recall
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| The dank little loung room in the Roosevelt hotel
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| My idea of a holiday
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| Every once in a while
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| A little old light shines through my tunnel
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| So I follow it like a moth flies to the flame.
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| And just when I think I got my world by the balls
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| I find I’m dancin' in the light again
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| Dancing in the light
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| Of a speeding freight train
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| Singing it’s hard
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| Living in the free world
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| Getting saved by the bell
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| People find my company
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| To be strange as hell
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| Looking back on aspirations and dreams
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| My father he had in mind for me
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| Moon lights the tracks and broken glass as I recall
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| Those plans I left so far behind
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| And I know it’s better off he never saw me this way
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| He always told me donÕt let the devil have his due
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| And I know my father would turn over in his grave
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| To see me hog tied to the chain
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| Or dancing in the light
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| Of a speeding freight train
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| Singing it’s hard
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| Living in the free world
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| Getting saved by the bell
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| People find my company
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| To be strange as hell
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| And its only getting harder in this free world
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| With all this strugglin g and strain
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| People find my sweet peace of mind
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| In the pouring rain
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| As the storm moves in ain’t no friends to be found
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| So I sit Ôneath this dream and bridge for a while
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| And it seems that my mind is in pieces on the ground
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| Singing it’s hard
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| Living in the free world
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| Getting saved by the bell
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| Mostly find my jesus
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| In the pouring rain
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| I’m living in the free world |