Verse 1:
As blood oozed from his fragile, swollen beating about to die soul
In Jacaranda street you’ll see him stand
He grabbed me by my torso and smeared his worries on my back
He grabbed with no notification, tried to make a duplication, of manly generation
In this beautification
Chorus:
Can’t I be free
Can’t she be free
We just need to be free
Verse 2:
Take my hand and wipe those eyes
Can’t take any more fights
I can’t erase that last sound of your voice
Take me home, please don’t be cross.
Chorus:
Can’t I be free
Can’t she be free
We just need to be free
You questioned my knowledge
Your weary love brought love, hurt and and
Pain to this weary soul
Chorus:
Can’t I be free
Can’t she be free
We just need to be free
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