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I felt restless and I felt soft |
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Didn't know anymore who I was rippin' off |
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The packed in picnic lacked seriously on food |
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Had more wine than I knew what with to do |
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I just don't know what it is |
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I just don't know what it is |
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To be free, to hold |
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And have somebody lean on me |
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Can blame it on your teachers |
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You can blame it on the weather |
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Blame it on how your mother |
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And father didn't stick together |
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Someday, my friend |
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It's gonna make sense in our heads |
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Can't make up our mind |
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Till we wake up and make our bed, and |
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I just don't know what it is |
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I just don't know what it is |
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To be free, to hold |
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And have somebody lean on me |
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One day I felt so good nothin' could bring me down |
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And next mornin' I awoke, I was plastered to the ground |
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Whistle your favorite tune when it's all said and done |
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If your maker don't approve |
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At least you know you've had your fun, and |
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I just don't know what it is |
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I just don't know what it is |
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To be free, to hold and have somebody |
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To be free, to go out singin' in the rain |
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To be free, to believe completely in somebody |
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To be free, to let love win again |
