Free

Starin' at the dark again
 You left your silhouette ware upon my pillow
 Hey, hey
 Right inside the night, I'm waitin' for the light
 Seems like I'm in the middle
 Hey, hey
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 Workin' for something that I can't touch
 And sometimes can't even believe in
 Woh, woh
 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, hey
 They call me free
 But I call me a fool
 Hey, hey
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 Well I look back at April
 But she won't look back at me
 Oh, no, no, no
 So I pray in May for June to stay
 But she just came to wash into the sea
 Away
 And they call me free
 But I call me a fool
 Hey, hey
 They call me free
 But I call me a fool
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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 Slipped down to Mexico
 Started messin' with her yellow Afro
 Slipped down behind the sheets
 Started talkin 'bout pistol Pete, well
 Slipped down to the African
 Started talkin' 'bout what she can do
 Well here we are again
 Back where we started
 Slipped down to the dark again
 You left your silhouette on my pillow
 Yeah, yeah
 Well I'm right inside the night
 I'm waitin' for the light
 Seems like I'm in the middle
 Seems like I'm always in the middle
 They call me free
 They call me free
 Free
 But I call me a