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to be free |
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ar:emiliana torrini |
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once in a house on a hill |
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a boy got angry |
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he broke into my heart |
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for a day and a night |
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i stayed beside him |
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until i had no hope |
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so i came down the hill |
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of course i was hurt |
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but then i started to think |
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it shouldn't hurt me to be free |
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it's what i really need |
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to pull myself together |
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but if it's so good being free |
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would you mind telling me |
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why i don't know what to do with myself |
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there's a bar by the dock |
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where i found myself |
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drinking with this man |
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he offered me a cigarette |
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and i accepted |
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'cause it's been a very long time |
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as it burned 'till the end |
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i thought of the boy |
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no one could ever forget |
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it shouldn't hurt me to be free |
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it's what i really need |
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to pull myself together |
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but if it's so good being free |
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would you mind telling me |
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why i don't know what to do with myself |
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to pull myself together |
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but if it's so good being free |
|
would you mind telling me |
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why i don't know what to do with myself |
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to pull myself together |
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but if it's so good being free |
|
would you mind telling me |
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why i don't know what to do with myself |
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~~~music~~~ |
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