Free

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We haven?t got a penny, we 
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haven?t any money at all
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But we?re rich as millionaires, 
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cause we haven?t worries or cares
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We?re just two tumble weeds, that
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 keep on tumbling along
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On the highways, on the byways, 
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we?re singing a song

Chorus
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Free, everything we have in life
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 is free, things we couldn?t buy 
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with LSD  (i.e. pounds, shillings, 
pence)
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Someone put them there for you and
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 me
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Free, who would pay to hear a 
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symphony, listen to the song 
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birds in the trees
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Song birds sing a lovely melody
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We?ve got the arches and the 
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alleys, to shelter us from winter?s 
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cold
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We?ve got the green hills and the 
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valleys when summer is spreading
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 the gold

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Free, no one could be luckier than
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 we, nature never had a lock or key
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Isn?t that the way it ought to 
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be

(talked over the chorus chords)    
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I  listen to the patter of the rain 
drops, and over the twilight, and 
the song that the birds make
The rainbow, with his divine chord 
of colour harmony
Giving promise of sunshine to come, 
and the sun bursting through
Is a strain of glory, turning a 
world of blue harmonies into a 
beautiful golden rhapsody



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We?ve got the arches and the 
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alleys, to shelter us from winter?s 
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cold
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We?ve got the green hills and the 
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valleys when summer is spreading
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 the gold
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Free, no one could be luckier than
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 we, nature never had a lock or key
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Isn?t that the way it ought to be
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We?re saying, just free