| Song | Indonesia |
| Artist | Amos Lee |
| Album | Mountains Of Sorrow, Rivers Of Song |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Ohhh...) | |
| I woke up in a box today | |
| Just like every other day | |
| And I just don't know where I should be | |
| When will I be free? | |
| I grew up in the dark streets | |
| where voices come, voices go | |
| You don't know your friends | |
| from your enemies | |
| When Will I be free? | |
| Oh, When will I be free? | |
| I want to go out | |
| To the countryside | |
| Find a little place for us | |
| Find a little place for us | |
| To run away and hide | |
| Oh, the supervisor | |
| His eyes are always red | |
| He don't care whether we live or die, he said | |
| When Will I be free? | |
| Oh, When will I be free? | |
| I want to go out to the city of Rome or New York City, oh, like Marilyn Monroe | |
| And my love says to me, | |
| “Nothing's gonna change... | |
| You never where we born | |
| Is where we're gonna die, you see” | |
| When Will I be free? | |
| Oh, When will I be free? |
| Ohhh... | |
| I woke up in a box today | |
| Just like every other day | |
| And I just don' t know where I should be | |
| When will I be free? | |
| I grew up in the dark streets | |
| where voices come, voices go | |
| You don' t know your friends | |
| from your enemies | |
| When Will I be free? | |
| Oh, When will I be free? | |
| I want to go out | |
| To the countryside | |
| Find a little place for us | |
| Find a little place for us | |
| To run away and hide | |
| Oh, the supervisor | |
| His eyes are always red | |
| He don' t care whether we live or die, he said | |
| When Will I be free? | |
| Oh, When will I be free? | |
| I want to go out to the city of Rome or New York City, oh, like Marilyn Monroe | |
| And my love says to me, | |
| " Nothing' s gonna change... | |
| You never where we born | |
| Is where we' re gonna die, you see" | |
| When Will I be free? | |
| Oh, When will I be free? |
| Ohhh... | |
| I woke up in a box today | |
| Just like every other day | |
| And I just don' t know where I should be | |
| When will I be free? | |
| I grew up in the dark streets | |
| where voices come, voices go | |
| You don' t know your friends | |
| from your enemies | |
| When Will I be free? | |
| Oh, When will I be free? | |
| I want to go out | |
| To the countryside | |
| Find a little place for us | |
| Find a little place for us | |
| To run away and hide | |
| Oh, the supervisor | |
| His eyes are always red | |
| He don' t care whether we live or die, he said | |
| When Will I be free? | |
| Oh, When will I be free? | |
| I want to go out to the city of Rome or New York City, oh, like Marilyn Monroe | |
| And my love says to me, | |
| " Nothing' s gonna change... | |
| You never where we born | |
| Is where we' re gonna die, you see" | |
| When Will I be free? | |
| Oh, When will I be free? |