Mates Of State You Are Free
I had a dream last night That we lost the fight I had a reason to stay in the back of my head Still, I have to say goodbye Here, in this bed
Free You are free Free You are free
You oughta lay down low Covered in packs of snow Lay down low Covered in packs of snow
Your hands they know We're nearing the end
Free You are free Free You are free
Stop telling me the right way to go I'm on my own You're selling our old ways Stop telling me the right way to go
You are free You are free Living things need to be free You are free Like everything wants to be
