| I’m walking down the streets
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| Car alarms and cracked concrete
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| I need honeysuckle breeze
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| And Lord, release my wild soul
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| Nothing here belongs to us
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| Someday we’ll all be dust
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| And even if it’s dangerous
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| Please Lord, release my wild soul
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| Well, I can hear the bluebirds sing
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| Soon it will be spring
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| And I want for the sun to come
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| And Lord, release my wild soul
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| I can’t sit still too long
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| Nowhere, baby is where I’m from
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| And if you want to know where I’m from
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| And Lord, release my wild soul
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| Lord, release my wild soul
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| Oh Lord, release my wild soul
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| Lord, release my wild soul |