Get your sweets from the candyman
Get your truth from the shelf
Don’t buy into the fairytale
Just be good to yourself
‘Cause you know that I love you, girl
You’re my way out of hell
But I’ve just one more song to sing
One more story to tell
When I’m tired of the bright lights
When I’m tired of the wine
I’ll go down to Wheal Mexico
To the depths of the mind
When I’m forty years older
When I’m wrinkled and wise
I will trade all my liberty
For that look in your eyes
Reason gonna bind you
Cripple and confine you
Listen as your poor heart breaks
Take a trip to America
Let the wind blow right through your hair
We’ll buy beer and some hope to share
Every day
‘Cause freedom is no small thing
We punish the child for flying too high
For rushing like the wind
Reason gonna bind you
Cripple and confine you
Listen as your poor heart breaks
(Stars are like diamonds)
(We fly across the sky for them)
(No one’s gonna change who we are)
‘Cause freedom is no small thing
We punish the child for flying too high
For rushing like the wind
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