| Think of it in a slow, sorrowful tone. These are mine so please don't repost them.
Dead Freedom
She was pretty in the morning
And a bomb shell in the night
Voice like velvet in the shadows
Eyes like moonshine in the light
And not one eye strayed from her
As she walked upon the stage
For that's what life had become for her
Just a part she had to play.
And I'm watching the sky turn dark
And I'm watching her heart grow closed
And I'm waiting for a guide to appear
'Cause I know, I know, I know
Freedom never felt so dead.
She would flit around like flowers
On a wind of her command
Showing off her godly beauty
That was meant for no man
Never shared herself so freely
Just a glance or slap the hand
But I could see the yearning in her
For the hit that wouldn't land.
And I'm watching the sky turn dark
And I'm watching her heart grow closed
And I'm waiting for a guide to appear
'Cause I know, I know, I know
Freedom never felt so dead.
She'll never see the one who's looking back at her
She's too caught up in that last fatal burn
Burn
And I'm watching the sky turn dark
And I'm watching her heart grow closed
And I'm waiting for a guide to appear
'Cause I know, I know
And I'm watching the sky turn dark
And I'm watching her heart grow closed
And I'm waiting for a guide to appear
'Cause I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
Freedom never felt so dead
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