| I want to be free from the noise of the grind
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| So I live on the outskirts of the back of my mind
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| With a strong hand a songman and God on my side
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| I’m writing that freedom a line at a time
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| On the highway to nowhere that runs through my mind
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| A yellow line stretches out into the night
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| Broken in places it’s my guiding light
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| So I’m writing that freedom a line at a time
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| I’m walking a fine line between wrong and right
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| I can live with the problems of this day and time
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| Consider me lucky cause I’ll be all right
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| In my mind I’m having a beautiful life
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| I’m lost in the feelings of this heart of mine
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| In search of the border of infinite time
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| And I find peace of mind in the songs and their rhymes
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| So I’m writing my freedom a line at a time |