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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 |
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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 |
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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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~~~Music~~~ |
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~~~End~~~ |
