It's A Healing Feeling!

L Lawrence S. Pertillar
0 Altın Yaprak
Once you've got your freedom... You don't have to stand in line, With a quick picked ticket... Hoping you will get it. You've got that freedom! And you don't have to stand in line... To get picked to get it. To yourself you can admit... You don't have to limp one bit, No. Once you've got your freedom! You don't have to poke your lips. No. Once you've got your freedom! You don't have to mope with woes, No. Once you've got your freedom! You can choose to sit or go. You can move fast or move slow. Oh, Once you've got that freedom. Once you've got that freedom. Once you've got your freedom... You don't have to stand in line, With a quick picked ticket... Hoping you will get it. It's a healing feeling! You don't have to limp one bit, No. Once you've got your freedom! You don't have to poke your lips, No, Once you've got your freedom! You don't have to mope with woes, No, Once you've got your freedom! You can choose to sit or go. You can move fast or move slow. Oh, Once you've got that freedom. Free from pricks that needle. It's a healing feeling! Oh, Once you've got that freedom. Once you've got that freedom. Once you've got that freedom. It's a healing feeling! Oh, Once you've got that freedom. Once you've got that freedom. Once you've got that freedom. It's a healing feeling! Oh, Once you've got that freedom. Once you've got that freedom. Once you've got that freedom. It's a healing feeling!

Bu şiire çeviri ekle ·

Bu şiiri puanla

Henüz puan verilmemiş

Yıldıza dokunarak 1–10 arası puan ver

Yorumlar

Yorum yapmak için giriş yapmalısın.

Giriş yap

Bu şiire henüz yorum yapılmamış. İlk sen ol.

Sana daha iyi bir okuma deneyimi sunabilmek için sitemizde çerez kullanıyoruz. Kişisel verilerin KVKK ve GDPR kapsamında işlenir; hangi çerezlere izin verdiğini dilediğin zaman değiştirebilirsin.