| Well my old friend, is this how you cry for freedom?
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| When you walk alone out in the cold, you walk alone
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| Into the night, looking for light, longing for fire
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| Out of your heart, cry for freedom, out on your own
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| And you were born, bound in chains, to cry for freedom
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| You cast a stone, you weren’t alone, to cry for freedom
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| But you cried for more
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| Your children rise and lift their eyes and cry for freedom
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| Old men swear and darken the air with clouds of lies
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| Some for you, some for me, some forever
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| To heal their hearts they cry for freedom, while freedom cries
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| And we were born, bound in chains, to cry for freedom
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| We cast a stone, we weren’t alone, to cry for freedom
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| The ones you love and skies above, cry for freedom
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| Heavy loads and open roads, cry for freedom
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| Birth and death and every breath, cry for freedom
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| Mountains tall, coyotes call
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| The river wide, the rising tide
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| The dove that mourns, a crown of thorns, cry for freedom
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| Horses wild, a laughing child, cry for freedom
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| Trembling lips, sailing ships |
| Falling stars, sad guitars
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| Right and wrong, a lonely song
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| My old friend, is this how you cry for freedom? |