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Child you're talking of freedom |
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Painted on your garden wall |
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It's not there at all |
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Child you're talking of wisdom |
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You say wisdom is a golden rule |
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You ain't no fool |
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But you don't know who it is |
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Who calls you name |
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In the light of the golden moon |
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You don't know who it is who brought you here |
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And chained up your heart |
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So soon |
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Child you're life is a fairytale |
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And it's not the same |
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And the clouds |
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You're hiding behind |
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In your misty mind have disappeared |
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Like a sailor far from the shores of your dreams |
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And far from the love of your home |
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Sailor lost on your own misty seas |
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And the chains on your heart, baby |
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Might be my love |
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Might be my love |
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It's so confusing |
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And you feel that you're loosing yourself |
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But, there over the mountain |
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You thought you'd never have to climb |
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There's a road |
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Reaching and stretching |
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To the corner of your mind |
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Like a river casts aside the dust |
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And grows and grows as it flows |
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The feeling deep inside of you |
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Must break like a dam |
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So set you free |
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So set you free |
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So set you free |
