| Summer nights, she was sneaking out the bedroom window |
| Of her parent's house |
| And I was waiting, ooooh, with the lights turned off |
| Hoping, wishing, praying that we wouldn't get caught |
| And we were gone |
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| Freedom, no there ain't nothing like it |
| Freedom, tastes so sweet when you find it |
| When the wind's at your back, and your wheel's are on the road |
| Don't you know that's freedom, freedom |
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| He broke her down, wouldn't let her up |
| He had a real funny way, of showing his love |
| Till she found the courage, ooooh, to stand on her own |
| He went looking in the kitchen, bedroom, backyard when he got home |
| But she was gone |
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| Freedom, no there ain't nothing like it |
| Freedom, tastes so sweet when you find it |
| When the wind's at your back, and your wheel's are on the road |
| Don't you know that's freedom, freedom |
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| I'm talking 'bout freedom |
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| Ohhhh, freedom |
| Ohhhh, freedom |
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| I knew a man, that spent his life behind the walls |
| There ain't no gettin' back, all the years that he'd lost |
| See he'd been paying for somebody else's crime |
| And when they opened up the doors, he took a step outside |
| And he cried |
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| Freedom, no there ain't nothing like it |
| Freedom, tastes so sweet when you find it |
| When you hold it in your hands |
| It's more precious than gold |
| Don't you know that's freedom, freedom |
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| Ooooh, and it tastes so sweet |
| Freedom |
| Ohhhh, freedom |
| Ohhhh |
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