| In A Newfound Land You Are Free |
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| How heavy you are my new born child |
| So viciously free |
| So careless and wild |
| With the eyes of a saint and the soul of a thief |
| In a new found land |
| The windows reveal the spinning sea |
| Which ripples and rolls as it runs underneath |
| And I smuggle this sense of sheer disbelief |
| In a new found land |
| Born in the birth of the mild month of May |
| And your gentle repulse I could never betray |
| But for now I am burnt by a lifetime too brief |
| And with this new found land |
| Comes a new found grief |
| But in a new found land |
| You are free |
| You are free |
| You are free |
