Let me tell the story, the way it used to beYou were one of a million people, I gave it to you my own libertyTurnin’ back these pages, now I clearly seeHow you loved me whenever you wanted,but more that that you loved to be freeThere’s a vioce in my heart and it’s callin’ me back to youBut I can’t go back, I must be free, break these chains in the name ofLiberty!I gave it all to you my destiny,Oh liberty, I wish that you would take it back from meLiberty!I never promised you a guarantee,Oh liberty, you’ll never know how much it means to meAs I read your letters, it’s there in black and whiteI know you never meant to hurt me and in my heart I know that you’re rightAnd in this age of reason, I’ll try to let it beI know anything can happen when it comes to libertyThere’s a voice…One day you’ll remember, when you’re no longer freeWhen you’re tied around somebody’s fingerYou’ll think about what you said to me…There’s a voice…Mike Tongwarin

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