I wrote the words of freedom,
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I've even sung the song.
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But freedom is for children,
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'Cause they don't understand what's wrong.
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The children are so very lucky,
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'Cause they're not old enough to know.
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Not old enough to realize,
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But they'll find out as they grow.
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The children are so very lucky,
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But, on the other hand, who's gonna' save the land?
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The children are so very lucky,
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But man's invention is gonna' be the prevention of their life.
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This song is nearly over,
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And so's the world and the day.
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There's something missin',
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But who will listen enough to do what it will take?
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Freedom is for children. Why can't it be for me?
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Freedom is for children. Why can't it be for me?
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Freedom is for children. Why can't it be for me?
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Freedom is for children. Why can't it be for me?
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Freedom is for children. Why can't it be for me?
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Freedom Is For Children
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| Grand Funk Railroad |
