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Live Free

When we were young there was never a song that hadn't been sung. Living in the free world all the boys and girls in our little town without a sound. The walls are talking telling us to be free you and me. Up and down in every which way looking for a brighter day. All this suspense just doesn't make sense, anymore like it did before the storm. During the flood I lost all my love and my letter to my unborn. The walls are talking telling us to live free you and me. Up and down in every which way looking for a brighter day. There are things I can't say cause there not songs the songbird wanted me to play. Only the good die young and only the curious get stung. The walls are talking telling us to be free you and me. Up and down in every which way looking for a brighter day. The fuel pump doesn't work this is were the creatures leark I'm always loving it should I trust the government. We're on our way with not enough pay it's better to burn out then to fade away. The walls are talking telling us to live free you and me. Up and down every which way looking for a brighter day. It's a struggle living alone in this puzzle. Looking for gold in the cold is getting old. Break away leave your chains use you brains be free like me. The walls are talking telling us to love free you and me. Up and down every which way looking for a brighter day.

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