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| Running Free Dickinson: Hey, come on! Everybody with those hands yeah. 'Running Free' Just sixteen, a pickup truck, out of money, out of luck. I've got no place to call my own, hit the gas, and here I go. I'm running free yeah, I'm running free. Spent the night in an L. A. jail, and listened to the sirens wail.
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free. They ain't got a thing on me, I'm running wild, I'm running free. I'm running free yeah, I'm running free. I'm running free yeah, I'm running free... Get out of my way I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
Puller here at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free... Now all the boys are after me, and that's the way it's gonna be... I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.Dickinson: Aeeeeh. Everybody with those hands, everybody with those hands, everywhere. I'm ruunning free yeah Crowd: I'm ruunning free yeah DICKINSON: I'm ruunning free yeah Crowd: I'm ruunning free yeah Dickinson: I'm ruunning free yeah Crowd: I'm ruunning free yeah Dickinson: I'm ruunning free yeeeeah Crowd: I'm ruunning free yeah Dickinson: Alright... Scream for me I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free. I'm running free yeah I'm running free yeah I'm running free yeah I'm running free yeah |
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