I’m close for your view Was o picture of you Before you knew Circled in red, are the things you said When you lost your head and god I debt 'Cause god is dead
But to whom it may concern It’s no longer that person’s turn It’s mine
'Cause I’m free, yeah I’m free, yeah I’m free, yeah Whoa, I’m free, yeah, yeah, yeah 'Cause I’m free, yeah I’m free, yeah, yeah But I’m free yeah, whoa 'Cause I’m free, yeah, yeah, yeah Dear sirs, we regret to inform you The norm to conform to Does not means ... this time But of course you can try To reapply, for membership And resubmit, your many sketch When the man you scripted’s hands are lifted To the sky And the old you dies, sincerely The editorial me, the editorial me, yeah.
Writer/s: DARWIN MERWAN SMITH
Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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