A Place Called Freedom Lyrics

Song	A Place Called Freedom
Artist	Steve Hackett
Album	Box Celebrating 5 Legendary Prog Rock Labels (2013)
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	作词 : Steve Hackett/Roger King/Jo Hackett
	作曲 : Steve Hackett/Roger King/Jo Hackett
	I saw her on the planes
	I watched her through the rain
	On a buffalo dawn
	Running barefoot through the corn
	Her wild rose complexion
	With eyes downturned
	Became my obsession
	I knew I had to return
	To a place called freedom
	To a place called freedom
	High Indian cheekbones
	Held by wonder
	She moaned like the whining wind
	Chased by thunder
	Torn between home
	And the horizon
	A dancing gazelle
	In Eternity's sunrise
	To a place called freedom
	To a place called freedom
	To a place called freedom
	A place called freedom
	High Indian cheekbones
	Held by wonder
	She moaned like the whining wind
	Chased by thunder
	Torn between home
	And the horizon
	A dancing gazelle
	In Eternity's sunrise
	To a place called freedom
	To a place called freedom

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

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

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