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Well my old friend, is this how you cry for freedom? |
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When you walk alone out in the cold, you walk alone |
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Into the night, looking for light, longing for fire |
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Out of your heart, cry for freedom, out on your own |
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And you were born, bound in chains, to cry for freedom |
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You cast a stone, you weren't alone, to cry for freedom |
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But you cried for more |
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Your children rise and lift their eyes and cry for freedom |
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Old men swear and darken the air with clouds of lies |
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Some for you, some for me, some forever |
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To heal their hearts they cry for freedom, while freedom cries |
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And we were born, bound in chains, to cry for freedom |
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We cast a stone, we weren't alone, to cry for freedom |
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The ones you love and skies above, cry for freedom |
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Heavy loads and open roads, cry for freedom |
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Birth and death and every breath, cry for freedom |
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Mountains tall, coyotes call |
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The river wide, the rising tide |
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The dove that mourns, a crown of thorns, cry for freedom |
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Horses wild, a laughing child, cry for freedom |
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Trembling lips, sailing ships |
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Falling stars, sad guitars |
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Right and wrong, a lonely song |
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My old friend, is this how you cry for freedom? |
