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Freedom
Dim and wavering
On a wind-blown night
Whose honour, whose anger
Cold and quivering
As was the wind-blown night
Into which she'd fallen, fallen
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Beautiful as you are
With that high spirit
Morning star of evil hit me
Cut me like a knife
Cool and collected
She became that with time
Totally rejected
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
It's all in the eyes
It's all in the way that you look
It's all in the way that you say very little
It's all in the way that you talk
Look at me with daggers
It won't do you any good
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen, fallen, fallen
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Look at me with daggers
It won't do you any good
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen
Freedom
Freedom
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Poor little fool
Poor little fool
Freedom
Come with me
Poor little fool
Freedom
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Freedom
Poor little fool
Come with me
Freedom
Poor little fool
Poor little fool
Poor little fool
Everyone knew
Freedom
Freedom
Don't work now that you've fallen
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen
All the looks that you've used on me
It won't do you any good
Look at me with daggers
Poor little fool
Everyone knew
I was with him
My intentions were clear
Freedom is standing next to you
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Don't work now that you've fallen, fallen, fallen
All the looks that you've used on me
It won't do you any good
Look at me with daggers
It's all in the way that you talk
It's all in the way that you say very little
It's all in the way that you look
It's all in the eyes
Poor little fool
Everyone knew
I was with him
My intentions were clear
Freedom is standing next to you
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Totally rejected
She became that with time
Cool and collected
Cut me like a knife
Morning star of evil hit me
With that high spirit
Beautiful as you are
Poor little fool
Everyone knew
I was with him
My intentions were clear
Freedom is standing next to you
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Into which she'd fallen, fallen
As was the wind-blown night
Cold and quivering
Whose honour, whose anger
On a wind-blown night
Dim and wavering
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