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Intro
I skipped class and rode the number five bus all the way east, just to see where it ends.
I smoked a cigarette at udall station, got back on the bus again.
We ve been this way since you met me: hearts not heavy, but empty.
And once a song could raise me up, but now there s nothing, so I stumbled home a broken man
with blood on my hands, dead on my feet, shot down where I stand.
With blood on my hands, dead on my feet, shot where I stand.
Freedom is beautiful and terrible, it s nothing soft and sweet.
It s used bullets on the side walk, fires across the street.
It s you moving in with your new boyfriend in Oakland.
It s a pack of wild dogs on a road without a street lamp.
It s roaches in the bathroom, mice in the kitchen, and no one left to blame for the way
I ve been living.
It s mice in the kitchen, roaches in the bathroom, and no one left to blame.
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I woke up late and missed class again, so I brewed a pot of coffee and went back to bed.
Snatch some bread selling junk from the back of the shed. Hop the fence, because the
front s being watched by the feds.
We ve been this way since we ve been alive: reckless and shy, so I set fire to the
house and took off running. I hope that you won t mind.
I burned down the house to get myself out of this hell alive.
I burned down the house to get myself out. I hope you don t mind.
Freedom is nothing soft and sweet it s beautiful and terrible.
It s admitting everything that I don t want anyone to know.
It s telling people that I love I stole from them when they weren t looking.
It s ing up so many times that they won t pick up when I call them.
It s watching people die because they got back in it, and knowing that I don t have any
say in it.
It s watching people die, and knowing I don t get any say.
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