Wild-eyed Boy From Freecloud

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Solemn faced the village settles 
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down, undetected by the stones
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And the hangman plays the mandolin 
before he goes to
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Sleep, and the last thing on his 
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mind
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is the wild-eyed boy imprisoned 
'neath the
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covered wooden shaft,    folds 
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the rope into it's bag.
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Blows his pipe of smolders,  
blankets
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smoke into the room, and the 
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day will end for some.
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As the night begins for one.
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(Chords the same until they pick up 
again)
Staring through the message in his 
eyes lies a solitary son
from the mountain called the 
freecloud where the
eagle dare not fly, and the patience
 in his sigh
Continúa después del anuncio
gives no indication for the
townsmen to decide, so the village 
dreadful groans
Pronouncing gross diversion as the
label for the dog.  Ooo it's the 
madness in his eyes
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As he breaks the night to cry
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Its really me,       really you 
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and really me
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It's so hard for us to really
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be,      Really you, really me,
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You'll lose me though I'm always 
really

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free.

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And the mountain moved it's eyes to
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 the world and realized
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Where the snow had saved a place 
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for the wild-eyed boy from free 
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cloud
(Same chords)
And the village dreadful cried as 
the moat began to rise
For the smile stayed on the face of 
the wild-eyed boy from freecloud.
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And the women once proud clutched 
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the heart of the crowd
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as the boulders smashed down from 
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the mountains hand.
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And the magic in the stare of the 
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wild-eyed boy said
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"Stop Free Cloud, they won't 
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think to cut me down, no, no, no!"
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But the cottages fell like a 
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playing card hell
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and the tears on the face of the 
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wise boy
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came trembling down to the 
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rumbling ground
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and the missionary mystic of 
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peace/love
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Stumbled back to cry among the 
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clouds
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Kicking back the pebbles from the 
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Free Cloud mountain's track.