Liberty
Bring me something vivid of our lives
Or you think our soul will die?
Are you happy as a ghost for a ghost of me?
But now I'm getting tired
And now I'm getting tired
I crushed my heart for you
A can of sardines for you
But day after day
They took something away
They took something away
I was standing at the bottom of the hole
And you, you were searching for your own reward
And all our friends laugh at me
Because I never knew that it all was a fake
So liberty, liberty, grim
Liberty for my old mistake
When I was in your hands
When I was in your hands
They can't turn me away
To an etched and golden grave
I don't care if you ask me more
I just drag my face around
I just drag my face around
I was standing at the bottom of the hole
And you, you were searching for your own reward
So liberty, liberty, grim
Liberty for my old mistake
When I was in your hands
When I was in your hands
They can't turn me away
To an etched and golden grave
I don't carry it anymore
I just drag my face around
I just drag my face around
I was standing at the bottom of the hole
And you, you were crouching for your only one
And all my friends laugh at me
Because I never knew that it all was a fake
So liberty, liberty, grim
Liberty from my old mistake
Well I was in your hands
Well I was in your hands
Or you think our soul will die?
Are you happy as a ghost for a ghost of me?
But now I'm getting tired
And now I'm getting tired
I crushed my heart for you
A can of sardines for you
But day after day
They took something away
They took something away
I was standing at the bottom of the hole
And you, you were searching for your own reward
And all our friends laugh at me
Because I never knew that it all was a fake
So liberty, liberty, grim
Liberty for my old mistake
When I was in your hands
When I was in your hands
They can't turn me away
To an etched and golden grave
I don't care if you ask me more
I just drag my face around
I just drag my face around
I was standing at the bottom of the hole
And you, you were searching for your own reward
So liberty, liberty, grim
Liberty for my old mistake
When I was in your hands
When I was in your hands
They can't turn me away
To an etched and golden grave
I don't carry it anymore
I just drag my face around
I just drag my face around
I was standing at the bottom of the hole
And you, you were crouching for your only one
And all my friends laugh at me
Because I never knew that it all was a fake
So liberty, liberty, grim
Liberty from my old mistake
Well I was in your hands
Well I was in your hands
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Writer(s): Alan Hawkshaw
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