| I was born in a lighthouse
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| Where my mother lay
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| And she won’t wake for no shouting
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| I was raised by the water
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| By the crippling waves
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| And the gulls gave me my singing voice
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| When the devil came to visit me
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| He said son I am your enemy
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| Fear me
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| But it came to my surprise
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| I was drawn by the fire
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| I set off west in the springtime
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| Before the flowers had bloomed
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| And the frost and ice followed me
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| I met a lot of fine women
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| With the small of their backs
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| Shining like the crescent moon
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| When the finest came to visit me
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| She said son i am your enemy
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| Fear me
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| But it came as no surprise
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| I was drawn by the fire
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| Hey
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| I am looking for freedom
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| In the wild eyes of the dancing girls
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| Hey
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| I am looking for freedom
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| In the open arms of America
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| I was told to find Jesus
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| In a stained glass church
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| Where the light shines red like blood
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| But the eyes of his children
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| Were so bitterly burned
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| That I could not stand to look at them
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| When he finally came to visit me
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| He was dressed in the rags of poverty
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| And it came as no surpass
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| It came as no surprise
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| Hey
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| I am looking for freedom
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| In the wild eyes of the dancing girls
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| Hey
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| I am looking for freedom
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| In the open arms of America
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| Hey
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| I am looking for freedom
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| In the wild eyes of the dancing girls
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| Hey
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| I am looking for freedom
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| In the open arms of America |