| Song | Free |
| Artist | Jann Arden |
| Album | Free |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It’s like a faded | |
| Just like the curtains in the sun | |
| Just like the clouds I’m falling from | |
| I let you change me | |
| Down to the colour of my hair | |
| Till I can’t find me anywhere | |
| Chorus | |
| So I’m punching out walls | |
| And tearing down paper | |
| Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
| I’m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
| Taking up hope and giving up weaknesss | |
| Untangling the strings | |
| I’m free, yeah | |
| I’m free, yeah | |
| I’m feeling better | |
| Now that your stuff’s out in the yard | |
| I should send God a thank-you card | |
| Cause he’ll forgive me | |
| Even if you never do | |
| I never did look good in blue | |
| Chorus | |
| So I’m punching out walls | |
| And tearing down paper | |
| Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
| I’m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
| Taking up hope and giving up weakness | |
| Untangling the strings | |
| I’m free, yeah | |
| I’m free, yeah | |
| I’m free, yeah | |
| I’m free, yeah | |
| I’m feeling better | |
| Now that your stuff’s out in the yard |
| It' s like a faded | |
| Just like the curtains in the sun | |
| Just like the clouds I' m falling from | |
| I let you change me | |
| Down to the colour of my hair | |
| Till I can' t find me anywhere | |
| Chorus | |
| So I' m punching out walls | |
| And tearing down paper | |
| Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
| I' m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
| Taking up hope and giving up weaknesss | |
| Untangling the strings | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m feeling better | |
| Now that your stuff' s out in the yard | |
| I should send God a thankyou card | |
| Cause he' ll forgive me | |
| Even if you never do | |
| I never did look good in blue | |
| Chorus | |
| So I' m punching out walls | |
| And tearing down paper | |
| Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
| I' m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
| Taking up hope and giving up weakness | |
| Untangling the strings | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m feeling better | |
| Now that your stuff' s out in the yard |
| It' s like a faded | |
| Just like the curtains in the sun | |
| Just like the clouds I' m falling from | |
| I let you change me | |
| Down to the colour of my hair | |
| Till I can' t find me anywhere | |
| Chorus | |
| So I' m punching out walls | |
| And tearing down paper | |
| Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
| I' m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
| Taking up hope and giving up weaknesss | |
| Untangling the strings | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m feeling better | |
| Now that your stuff' s out in the yard | |
| I should send God a thankyou card | |
| Cause he' ll forgive me | |
| Even if you never do | |
| I never did look good in blue | |
| Chorus | |
| So I' m punching out walls | |
| And tearing down paper | |
| Cutting my bangs, yeah, sooner than later | |
| I' m selling my soul right back to Jesus | |
| Taking up hope and giving up weakness | |
| Untangling the strings | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m free, yeah | |
| I' m feeling better | |
| Now that your stuff' s out in the yard |