marine terrace and everyone i knew
de marin county lighthouse keeper
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
I wish I could say all the things that I should say
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear
I wish I could share
All the love that's in my heart
Remove all the bars that keep us apart
And I wish you could know how it feels to be me
Then you'd see and agree that every man should be free
I wish I could be like a bird in the sky
How sweet it would be if I found I could fly
Well I'd soar to the sun and look down to the sea
And I'd sing 'cos I know how it feels to be free
I wish I knew how it feels to be free
I wish I could break all the chains holding me
And I wish I could say all the things that I wanna say
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
For the whole wide world to hear
One love one blood
One life you've got to do what you should
One life with each other
Sisters, brothers
One life but we're not the same
We got to carry each other
Carry each other
Whoah Whoah Whoah Whoah Whoah ...
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
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i want to give you everything
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faraway / i don't want to feel like this anymore
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passages
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stranded goat on little lighthouse hill
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visions of the devil's teeth at night
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adapting
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filling the island's first garden with your favorite flowers
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return
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no longer feeling
postcards from san francisco
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i extend a hello and hear back an empty echo
keeper's log
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(at the bottom of the ocean) a thousand bottled messages, written in your name
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leaving
postcards from san francisco
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ink overflows without leaving a stain
keeper's log
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can't stay here
postcards from san francisco
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a map for a place that doesn't exist
objects washed up on the shore, the waves returned to me, i kept safe in my hands
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the memory holds onto me, i try to set it free
keeper's log
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infinite glass stones
objects washed up on the shore, the waves returned to me, i kept safe in my hands
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Great Day
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