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Sense your freedom. |
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Together you pretend. |
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Sense your freedom. |
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You're learning for yourself. |
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Sense your freedom, forevermore. |
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Could that be my brother? |
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Could that be my sister? |
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Could that be my brother? |
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Could that be my sister? |
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And now for the rest of the song, feel free to correct me. |
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As the sorrow, is an open invitation. |
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And my story is done, and the character is gone. |
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As the moonlight, is nothing but a memory. |
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And my story is done, and the character is gone. |
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(Whispering here, dunno) |
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As the sorrow, is an open invitation. |
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And my story is done, and the character is gone. |
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And they're crying, in my soul. |
