Staring at the dark again, you left your silhouette upon my pillow - hey, hey
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Right inside the night, I'm waiting for the light, seems like I'm in the middle - hey, hey
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Workin for something that I can't touch and sometimes can't even believe in - woh, woh
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Cradled by the hands of fate the faith that sometimes wraps around too tight - so tight
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They call me free
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But I call me a fool - hey, hey
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They call me free
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But I call me a fool - hey, hey
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Well I look back at April, but she won't look back at me - Oh, no, no, no
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So I pray in May for June to stay, but she just came to wash into the sea - away
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And they call me free
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But I call me a fool - hey, hey
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They call me free
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But I call me a fool - heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, hey
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Slipped down to Mexico, started messin with her yellow afro
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Slipped down behind the sheets, started talkin bout Pistol Pete, well
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Slipped down to the African, started talkin bout what she can do
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Well here we are again, back where we started
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Slipped down to the dark again, you left your silhouette on my pillow - yeah, yeah
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Well I'm right inside the night, I'm waitin for the light
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Seems like I'm in the, seems like I'm always in the middle
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They call me free
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They call me free
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Free
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But I call me a...
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Free
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