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I saw her on the planes |
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I watched her through the rain |
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On a buffalo dawn |
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Running barefoot through the corn |
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Her wild rose complexion |
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With eyes downturned |
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Became my obsession |
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I knew I had to return |
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To a place called freedom |
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To a place called freedom |
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High Indian cheekbones |
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Held by wonder |
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She moaned like the whining wind |
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Chased by thunder |
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Torn between home |
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And the horizon |
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A dancing gazelle |
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In Eternity's sunrise |
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To a place called freedom |
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To a place called freedom |
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To a place called freedom |
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A place called freedom |
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High Indian cheekbones |
|
Held by wonder |
|
She moaned like the whining wind |
|
Chased by thunder |
|
Torn between home |
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And the horizon |
|
A dancing gazelle |
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In Eternity's sunrise |
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To a place called freedom |
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To a place called freedom |