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i was born in a lighthouse |
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where my mother lay |
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and she wont wake for no shouting |
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i was raised by the water |
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by the crippling waves |
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and the gulls gave me my singing voice |
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when the devil came to visit me |
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he said son i am your enemy |
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fear me |
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but it came to my surprise |
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i was drawn by the fire |
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i set off west in the springtime |
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before the flowers had bloomed |
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and the frost and ice followed me |
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i met a lot of fine women |
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with the small of their backs |
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shining like the crescent moon |
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when the finest came to visit me |
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she said son i am your enemy |
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fear me |
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but it came as no surprise |
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i was drawn by the fire |
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hey |
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i am looking for freedom |
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in the wild eyes of the dancing girls |
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hey |
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i am looking for freedom |
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in the open arms of america |
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i was told to find jesus |
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in a stained glass church |
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where the light shines red like blood |
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but the eyes of his children |
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were so bitterly burned |
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that i could not stand to look at them |
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when he finally came to visit me |
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he was dressed in the rags of poverty |
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and it came as no surpass |
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it came as no surprise |
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hey |
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i am looking for freedom |
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in the wild eyes of the dancing girls |
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hey |
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i am looking for freedom |
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in the open arms of america |
