Freedom
What are you talking about?
We are spinning in circles in an earth that is round
There is no doubt about
Relying on others
Pretending that everything is going to be fine
Look down to the window
There's a blue grass farm
And tell me what is that you see
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Same old
Person with the feelings that no one can change
Run that
Endless corridor where the anger is made
You never know
If those two lovers in snow
Will ever talk again
I know that it sucks
That you can hold her no more
But friend, don't mess things up again
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