| Oldfield
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| A summer dawn is coming
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| There’s a rare lightning on the sea
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| And on the fishing fleet and the men coming home
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| I wanna run down there, wanna meet them
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| Oh I love to be with the sons of the free!
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| Love to be with the sons of the free!
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| They’re born of the wind
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| There ain’t no man gonna rule them
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| Their feelings run deep and strong
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| They got a real heartbeating through them
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| Oh I love to be with the sons of the free!
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| Love to be with the sons of the free!
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| They’re moving! |
| Moving on!
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| They’re moving! |
| Moving with the sun!
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| Love to be with the sons of the free!
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| Love to be with the sons of the free!
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| The stars are singing
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| There’s a high tide in my heart
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| I can hear the men on the beach
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| They’re bringing good news from afar!
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| Oh I love to be with the sons of the free!
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| Love to be with the sons of the free!
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| Oh I love to lie! |
| Oh! |
| I wanna live and die
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| With the sons of the free!
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| Oh I love to lie! |
| Oh! |
| I wanna live and die
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| With the sons of the free!
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| Oh I love to lie! |
| Oh! |
| I wanna live and die
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| With the sons of the free!
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| Oh I love to lie! |
| Oh! |
| I wanna live and die
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| With the sons of the free!
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| Oh I love to lie! |
| Oh! |
| I wanna live and die
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| With the sons of the free! |