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Sunday, December 12, 2004

FREEDOM, WHAT FREEDOM?
By Ian Stuart

You may wake up one morning
And your life's been taken away
And you think back on memories
And dreams of yesterday
And you may think life is okay
And you just keep struggling on
But your freedom's being stolen
So wake up before it's gone

And they're taking our Freedom away
They're stealing our Freedom away
They're taking our Freedom away
So listen closely to what I say

The words that you are saying
Could be taken as a crime
They're even find faults nowIn the words of nursery rhymes
One group can't sell their records
Because the law is on their backs
Well we'll all be mindless prisoners
If we don't start fighting back

And they're taking our Freedom away
They're stealing our Freedom away
They're taking our Freedom away
So listen closely to what I say

The TV and the papers
Keep on saying "It's alright"
But they're controlled by the reapers
Of the dawn of endless nights
You may think I'm exaggerating
And you look down to the floor
But you'll realise and raise your eyes
As they're kicking down your door

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Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole

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Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half empty or half full,

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It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

If I could open my arms, And span the length of the isle of Manhattan, I'd bring it to where you are, Making a lake of the East River and Hudson. And if I could open my mouth, Wide enough for a marching band to march out, They would make your name sing, And bend through alleys and bounce off other buildings. I wish we could open our eyes, To see in all directions at the same time. Oh what a beautiful view, If you were never aware of what was around you. And it is true what you said, That I live like a hermit in my own head. But when the sun shines again, I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in. Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole. Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full, It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown. (4x) Your love is gonna drown. (4x) Your love is gonna...

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