The Wrong Brothers - Strange Machines

The Toronto Blue Jays

I feel free
A centered being
I feel free
Ethereal entity

I pour my first drink of summer
Dressed in maple leaves
To take among the trees
The north is good to me
We forge the best glass in winter
The ice is nice when it treats me right but whens that ever been
(Oh god I want to go home)

I feel free
I feel the heat, I feel the heat, I feel the heat
Set the desert scene, oasis with the stream

I commit to my love
And the skies open up
I'm a wave crashed down on a beach
I feel free

You gotta love your kind
You gotta feed your mind
Call your momma
Let her know you're fine
You gotta take what you need
You gotta Leave the rest behind
You gotta blaze your own trail
Commit to fail
There are no kings
Manifest your own destiny
Question everything
Start feeling free

I commit to my love
And the skies open up
I'm a wave crashed down on the beach

I commit to my love
And the skies open up
I'm a wave crashed down on a beach

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Writer(s): Phil Hirst
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