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Well, I'm as free as a bird now |
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As flight-free as a bumblebee |
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I'm here and then gone tomorrow |
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Footloose child and fancy free |
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I'm absolutely independent |
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And nothing at all is gonna worry me |
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Yeah, I've only got one cradle to rock now |
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I'm gonna rock it everywhere I go |
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From St. Louie to San Francisco |
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From Canada to Mexico |
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I'm gonna let my cradle rock now |
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'Til it just won't rock no more |
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Well, I believe I was born to ramble |
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The open road is gonna bring me close |
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I've come to know some way out people |
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To say the least, they give the most |
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Who live and love across both borders |
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Trip east from west, from coast to coast |
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Yeah, I've only got one cradle to rock now |
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I'm gonna rock it everywhere I go |
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From New York to California |
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From Texas to Toronto |
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Yeah, I'm gonna let my cradle rock now |
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'Til it just won't rock no more |
