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We packed all our bags and we moved to the shack on the hill |
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Living like kings we relied on the cheapest of thrills |
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Plenty of wine and guitars and an old 8 track |
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Nothing to worry about in that holy shack |
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Just a place where we could be ourselves |
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89 freedom street where everything happens and nobody sleeps |
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89 freedom street where nothing else matters and nobody leaves |
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We played our guitars and we sang and drank and melted the sky |
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The rest of the world was on hold cause it was our time to shine |
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The shack was our kingdom and we were the royalty |
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We had the time of our lives at 89 freedom street |
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Just a place where we could be ourselves |
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A little space where we could free ourselves |
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89 freedom street where everything happens and nobody sleeps |
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89 freedom street where nothing else matters and nobody leaves |
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And nobody leaves |
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And nobody leaves.. |
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Just a place where we could be ourselves |
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The only space where we believe ourselves.. |
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89 freedom street where everything happens and nobody sleeps |
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89 freedom street where nothing else matters and nobody leaves |
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89 freedom street where everything happens and nobody sleeps |
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89 freedom street where nothing else matters and nobody leaves |
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89 freedom street |
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89 freedom street |
