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free

Well I am tired and I am worn down
and I got no one to feel sorry for me.
But I ain't cold and the rain aint pouring down.
And there ain't no one shooting at me. And I am free.
I cry God almighty do you ever look down? 
do you ever cast your eyes one me?
Do I walk alone? or do you guide me? 
And then you open up my eyes and let me see that I am free.
I knew an old man who fell from the sky
in a burning wreckage behind enemy lines.
They kept him for years there but couldn't break him down.
Then he came back home but he was almost gone before I came around.
I asked how did you do it? why did you fight?
did you kiss your ass goodbye before you took each flight.
He said I did it for you boy and I did it for me.
So that you and I and the ones we love could be free.
Yeah I did it for you boy and I did it for me.
So that you and I and the ones we love could be. Free.

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