| I like the way that you dance when you’re bowlin'
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| I like your singin' in your inline skates
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| Six months in and now you’re showin', baby
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| Why, why are we stuck in place?
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| Why, why are you prayin' for reason
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| Honey, do you feel wind in your face?
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| The feeling of freedom, the feeling of freedom
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| Oh the wind at your, the wind at your back
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| No you can’t, no you can’t feel bad
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| And the wind in your face, the wind in your face
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| It ain’t what you say, it ain’t what you say
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| There’s a bead on the wind, There’s a bead on the wind
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| Feel it comin' in on the feet of the people
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| As we cross on over, cross on over
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| From dyin' to livin' and changin' the order
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| There’s a dove on the loose, a dove on the loose
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| The lid of the crate, oh wide open it flew
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| With the feeling of freedom, the feeling of freedom
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| But still inside of a gun, gun, gun
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| Well, you’re pretty in pink and you’re deadly in camo
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| Got bad judgement but you got good aim
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| Did you feel the judgement of Solomon
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| When we split up the table that daddy made
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| Why, why does it look so breezy?
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| Why, why when we’re stuck in place?
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| You could just pull the string from your eyes
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| But how it light up your, lights up your face
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| Oh the wind at your, the wind at your back
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| No you can’t, no you can’t feel bad
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| And the wind in your face, the wind in your face
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| It ain’t what you say, it ain’t what you say |