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Big Hands of Freedom Lyrics

When the spirit soars
But the bottle clings
There's a message to be heard
But mingled words
Are such fragile things
So i'm free to dance
I'm whoever i choose
Who said i wouldn't last a minute
In my shoes

The big hands of freedom
Mold everything
I feel the small change falling
Into my hands
I hear the gutter press ring
Sink the boats of straw
Lets dissapear here
There's a ticket to a place
I've seen you saw they fear
So you're free to dance
You are who ever you choose
The secret's in the pace
It's only a trace
It says you lose
The big hands of freedom
Mold everything
I feel the small change falling
Into the hands of
The gutter press king.
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