| I thought I’d lose it all, but my fire still won’t yield
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| So I fit that tide into a moment and let it go
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| Take heart, jump start
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| No machines and instruments
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| ‘Cause there are songs in this mess
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| There’s a recipe for beauty in it
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| Leave me here too long, I want to stay on this course
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| Leave me here to long…
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| Take heart, stay intact
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| Let it flow…
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| ‘Cause there are songs
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| There’s a recipe for beauty in it
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| Leave me here too long, I want to stay on this course
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| Leave me here to long…
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| I took my chances
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| It got me right here…
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| Something kept me thinking, watching over me, saying:
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| Your freedom’s fine. |
| (your freedom’s fine)
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| And I repeat to myself…
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| What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
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| What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
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| What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
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| What about them?
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| Your freedom’s fine! |
| Your freedom’s fine!
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| Wrapped up, cocooned
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| No moths and butterflies
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| ‘Cause there are songs in this mess
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| There’s a recipe for beauty in it
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| Leave me here too long, I want to stay on this course
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| Leave me here to long…
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| I brook no surrender
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| I got to stand here…
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| Something kept me beating, kept me bending, kept me straight, saying:
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| Your freedom’s fine. |
| (your freedom’s fine)
|
| And I repeat to myself…
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| What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
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| What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
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| What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
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| What about them?
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| Your freedom’s fine! |
| Your freedom’s fine!
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| Your freedom’s fine! |
| Your freedom’s fine!
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| After rain comes the sun, after sun comes the rain…
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| I thought I’d lose it all, but my fire still won’t yield
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| So I fit that tide into a moment and let it go
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| After rain comes the sun, after sun comes the rain…
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| After rain comes the sun, after sun comes the rain…
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| After rain comes the sun, comes the rain, comes the… |