Free

Starin at the dark again you left your silhouette upon my pillow
Hey hey
Right inside the night I'm waitin for the light seems like I'm in the middle
Hey eee hey
Workin for something that I can't touch and sometimes can't even believe in
Whoa ohhh ooo whoa
Cradled by the hands of fate the faith that sometimes wraps around too tight
So tight

They call me free
But I call me a fool
Hey eeee yeah
They call me free
But I call me a fool
Hey eeee yeah

Well I look back at April
But she won't look back at me
No no no no
So I pray in May for June to stay but she just came
To wash into the sea
Away

They call me free
But I call me a fool
Hey…
They call me free
But I call me a fool
Hey ah hey ah hey ah hey ah hey ah hey hey

Mmmmm mmm mmmmmmm

Slipped down to Mexico
Started messin with her yellow afro
Slipped down behind the sheets
Started talkin bout Pistol Pete
Slipped down to the African
Started talkin bout what she can do
Here we are again
Back where we started
Slipped down to the dark again
You left your silhouette on my pillow
Yeah eee hey
Well I'm right inside the night I'm waitin for the light
Seems like I'm in the
Seems like I'm always in the middle

They call me free
They call me free
Free
But I call me a

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