Freedom, freedom Freedom,
freedom Freedom,
freedom Freedom, freedom
Sometimes I feel like a motherless childSometimes I feel like a motherless childSometimes I feel like a motherless childA long way from my home
Freedom, freedomFreedom, freedomFreedom, freedomFreedom, freedomFreedom, freedom
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost goneSometimes I feel like I'm almost goneSometimes I feel like I'm almost goneA long, long, long, way, way from my home
Clap your hands, clap your handsClap your hands, clap your handsClap your hands, clap your handsClap your hands, clap your handsHey, yeah
I got a telephone in my bosomAnd I can call him up from my heartI got a telephone in my bosomAnd I can call him up from my heart
When I need my brother, brotherWhen I need my mother, motherHey, yeah

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