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Turncoat parents and the children that never arrived. |
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Pawnshop rings and the road swallowed up by the sky. |
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And though the static on the radio was signaling that this was the end, |
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They still sang on just like lovers till the day they decided to be just friends, |
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And never speak again, to keep from caving in. |
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So baby this is freedom and you finally are out on your own, |
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And you left in such a hurry but you'll never get away from this home. |
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'Cause the kids they aren't happy, and I don't know how you thought they could be. |
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What with all those misconceptions, it's a miracle that they were ever conceived, |
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And they don't look a damn like me, but I'll still feign believe. |
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So baby this is freedom. |
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So baby this is freedom. |
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So baby this is freedom. |
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So baby this is freedom. |
