written by J. Trole Taylor
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This one is basically about freedom, insanity and drug abuse
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Come on away Got that feeling again just like a friend had stolen from me Come on now Moving closer to the edge We'll leave a burning bridge and no one can come in So come on away For freedom Come on come on and turn away Rather go batty another day Can't you hear what the angels say Won't you come along with me Leave all the children home They're better off alone And toss that telephone into the fire Throw all your woes away Let the healing begin Shake off your faded sins and we'll get higher
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