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Living at the y, extension 33, |
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Nothing to care or to worry. |
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Once i was in love with a blind man, |
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But my auntie told me, "don't do it, it's not worth it." |
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Living at the y, 33 years, |
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No one to call or to write to. |
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Once i was in love with a married man, |
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But my instincts told me, "don't tell him, it'll kill you." |
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I'm sad i didn't marry the blind man, |
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But what's a life with three blind children? |
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I'm glad i never told the married man, |
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It saved my pride and freedom. |
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Living at the y, in 33 rooms, |
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Nowhere to visit or write to. |
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Once i was in love, it nearly killed me, |
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But now i have my pride and freedom. |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride. |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride. |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride. |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride. |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride. |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, |
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Freedom, freedom, freedom. |
