Song | Indonesia |
Artist | Amos Lee |
Album | Mountains Of Sorrow, Rivers Of Song |
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(Ohhh...) | |
I woke up in a box today | |
Just like every other day | |
And I just don't know where I should be | |
When will I be free? | |
I grew up in the dark streets | |
where voices come, voices go | |
You don't know your friends | |
from your enemies | |
When Will I be free? | |
Oh, When will I be free? | |
I want to go out | |
To the countryside | |
Find a little place for us | |
Find a little place for us | |
To run away and hide | |
Oh, the supervisor | |
His eyes are always red | |
He don't care whether we live or die, he said | |
When Will I be free? | |
Oh, When will I be free? | |
I want to go out to the city of Rome or New York City, oh, like Marilyn Monroe | |
And my love says to me, | |
“Nothing's gonna change... | |
You never where we born | |
Is where we're gonna die, you see” | |
When Will I be free? | |
Oh, When will I be free? |
Ohhh... | |
I woke up in a box today | |
Just like every other day | |
And I just don' t know where I should be | |
When will I be free? | |
I grew up in the dark streets | |
where voices come, voices go | |
You don' t know your friends | |
from your enemies | |
When Will I be free? | |
Oh, When will I be free? | |
I want to go out | |
To the countryside | |
Find a little place for us | |
Find a little place for us | |
To run away and hide | |
Oh, the supervisor | |
His eyes are always red | |
He don' t care whether we live or die, he said | |
When Will I be free? | |
Oh, When will I be free? | |
I want to go out to the city of Rome or New York City, oh, like Marilyn Monroe | |
And my love says to me, | |
" Nothing' s gonna change... | |
You never where we born | |
Is where we' re gonna die, you see" | |
When Will I be free? | |
Oh, When will I be free? |
Ohhh... | |
I woke up in a box today | |
Just like every other day | |
And I just don' t know where I should be | |
When will I be free? | |
I grew up in the dark streets | |
where voices come, voices go | |
You don' t know your friends | |
from your enemies | |
When Will I be free? | |
Oh, When will I be free? | |
I want to go out | |
To the countryside | |
Find a little place for us | |
Find a little place for us | |
To run away and hide | |
Oh, the supervisor | |
His eyes are always red | |
He don' t care whether we live or die, he said | |
When Will I be free? | |
Oh, When will I be free? | |
I want to go out to the city of Rome or New York City, oh, like Marilyn Monroe | |
And my love says to me, | |
" Nothing' s gonna change... | |
You never where we born | |
Is where we' re gonna die, you see" | |
When Will I be free? | |
Oh, When will I be free? |