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One morning in June some twenty years ago |
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I was born a rich man's son |
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I had everything that money could buy |
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but freedom - I had none |
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I've been lookin' for freedom |
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I've been lookin' so long |
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I've been lookin' for freedom |
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still the search goes on |
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I've been lookin' for freedom |
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since I left my home town |
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I've been lookin' for freedom |
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still it can't be found |
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I headed down the track, my baggage on my back |
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I left the city far behind |
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walkin' down the road, with my heavy load |
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tryin' to find some peace of mind |
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father said you'll be sorry, son, |
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if you leave your home this way |
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and when you realize the freedom money buys |
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you'll come running home some day |
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I paid a lotta dues, had plenty to lose |
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travelling across the land |
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worked on a farm, got some muscle in my arm |
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but still I'm not a self-made man |
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I'll be on the run for many years to come |
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I'll be searching door to door |
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but, given some time, some day I'm gonna find |
