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Freedom?
Let me go.
Babe, let me find the place where the grass grows.
Let me find the place where the rules don't apply because we all know the game and we don't have anything to show.
Let me figure out what I don't know.
Let me go back to yesterday.
This time I'd remember what I'd do and what I'd say.
I'd never go back to these degrading ways.
I'd smile as fate would take me wherever it may.
I wouldn't ask questions.
And I wouldn't tell lies.
Though,
I still don't get the point.
Babe, let me find the place where the grass grows.
Let me find the place where the rules don't apply because we all know the game and we don't have anything to show.
Let me figure out what I don't know.
Let me go back to yesterday.
This time I'd remember what I'd do and what I'd say.
I'd never go back to these degrading ways.
I'd smile as fate would take me wherever it may.
I wouldn't ask questions.
And I wouldn't tell lies.
Though,
I still don't get the point.
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