| Worked in the sun, God my back sweat does run
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| My arms are getting sore, just a few hours more
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| Yeah I’m free
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| Time to hit the road again, take chance with the wind
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| That’s the way it’s gotta be, ain’t no living life for free
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| Yeah I’m free
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| Free
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| When the day is done, I’ll be coming home to you
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| When the day is done, I’ll be coming home to you
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| There’s a coke line on my wrist, well I tried to do my best
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| Well living right, feeling right, a burning through the night
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| Yeah I’m free
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| Watch your mouth fall behind, got you on my mind
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| Numbers on the tack, I’m trying to gt back
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| Til I’m free
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| Free
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| When the day is done, I’ll b coming home to you
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| When the day is done, I’ll be coming home to you
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| Free
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| When the day is done, I’ll be coming home to you
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| When the day is done, I’ll be coming home to you
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| When the day is done, I’ll be coming home to you
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| When the day is done, I’ll be coming home to you |