| Put your arms around me, sometimes it feels so cold
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| 'cause it telling me things I already know
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| Every street preacher wants to waste my time
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| As if I needed lessons in how to live my life
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| Put your arms around, my heart is shaking
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| Nobody knows the trouble I´ve seen
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| Working so hard when the day is breaking
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| Working so hard while the city sleeps
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| My body´s so tired and I’m tired of thinking
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| Digging for gold in a land of dreams
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| I want a chance of the life I’m missing
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| I wanna know what it means to be free
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| And I just want to know
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| What it is to let go
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| Taking long time to find the right faces
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| Looking for a soul of every small town
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| Traveling light, take in all the right places
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| Don´t wanna stay and be the last around
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| I gotta call home to the ones that love me
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| The ones who love me know I’m passing through
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| I’m on up to the land above me
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| Dust in my hair and dust on my shoes
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| And I just want to know, what it is to let go
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| And I just gotta see, how it feels to be free
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| To be free
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| Working so hard to come together
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| Working so hard just to live and breathe
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| Trying so hard to make it better
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| If I trust in you, will you trust in me
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| They don’t know what makes you happy
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| We can’t see the joy you feel
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| Storm clouds up in the skies above me
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| I don’t have faith but I do believe
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| I just want to know, what it is to let go
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| And I just gotta see, how it feels
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| To be free, to be free
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| To be free, to be free
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| To be free, to be free, to be free
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| What it is to let go
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| How it feels to be free
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| What it is to let go
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| How it feels to be free, to be free |