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On our first flash of freedom, |
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I called out your name |
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Love it is hard like an overdue train |
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We felt so much more than our hearts could explain |
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On our first flash of freedom |
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A fistful of glory; a suitcase of sin |
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The rain which you dream in when you count to ten |
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You go to the edge and you always give in |
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On your first flash of freedom |
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Down every canyon and mountain we fall |
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We laugh at our shadows, tall on the wall |
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Your brain is so full but you can't keep it all |
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On your first flash of freedom |
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Across ancient bridges, through a town with no name |
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Across painted hills that no rich man came claim |
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Run the wild mustangs that nothing can tame |
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On your first flash of freedom |
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On your first flash of freedom |
