I was born as a free man
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And now I¡¯m tied to the mast
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Like the strings of an old guitar
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I bent out of tune too fast
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Now as your temperature rises
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As I baulk on the flames
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As I come to devices
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I hear the words that you say
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Give it up, give it up, give it up
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Oh, give it up
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Are you trying to say this world's not beautiful enough?
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Outside line to a collect call
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Oh you say it's easy
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You do it just to tease me I know
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Now I'm the ghost of a thousand
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Now I'm a million years
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I've been the slave to the old song
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That's ringing in your ear
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Direct line to all you girls and boys
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You say that love will free me
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You say it just to see me give up
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Give it up, give it up, give it up,
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Oh give it up
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Are you trying to say this world is not beautiful enough?
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What¡¯s it like on the moral high ground?
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Judging by your face well I'm glad I never asked
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Step outside the bar and kick seven shades of shit out of you
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Outside line to, to all you girls and boys
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Give it up, give it up, give it up
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Oh give it up
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Are you trying to say this world¡¯s not beautiful enough?
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Seven shades of nothing
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Seven shades of nothing to use
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Seven Shades
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