SICK FOR THE CURE
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There used to be a time
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When I thought I had the answers
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Answers to the questions
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That nobody knew
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Used to be a time
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When I had some time
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But when I had the time
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I didn't know what to do
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Wasted all those years
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Never gettin' any younger
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Times kept a changin'
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But I still got the hunger
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Only trouble is
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The walls are closing in
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Sometimes I want to
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Give it all away
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I just want to be free
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Free like the wind
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And if the wind fills my sails
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Then I'm never coming back again
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Maybe I'll head down south
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To New Orleans
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Wouldn't have no taxes
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Cause I wouldn't have no means
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Looking for a Genie
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That could fill my dreams
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But dreams become reality
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And real ain't what it seems to be
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I just want to be free
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Free like the wind
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And if the wind fills my sails
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Then I'm never coming back again
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I just want to be free
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Free like the wind
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And if the wind fills my sails
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Then I'm never coming back again
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Sick for the cure
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On this roller coaster ride
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It can take you real low
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And it can get you real high
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Just passin' time
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But time ain't on our side
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Ah, guitar
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I just want to be free
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Free like the wind
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And if the wind fills my sails
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Then I'm never coming back again
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I just want to be free
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Free like the wind
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And if the wind fills my sails
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Then I'm never coming back again
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I just want to be free
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Free like the wind
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And if the wind fills my sails
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Then I'm never coming back again
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SICK FOR THE CURE
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| Cinderella |
