River Whyless The Feeling Of Freedom Lyrics
The Feeling Of Freedom by River Whyless
I like the way that you dance when you're bowlin'
I like your singin' in your inline skates
Six months in and now you're showin', baby
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Why, why are we stuck in place?
Why, why are you prayin' for reason
Honey, do you feel wind in your face?
The feeling of freedom, the feeling of freedom
Oh the wind at your, the wind at your back
No you can't, no you can't feel bad
And the wind in your face, the wind in your face
It ain't what you say, it ain't what you say
There's a bead on the wind, There's a bead on the wind
Feel it comin' in on the feet of the people
As we cross on over, cross on over
From dyin' to livin' and changin' the order
There's a dove on the loose, a dove on the loose
The lid of the crate, oh wide open it flew
With the feeling of freedom, the feeling of freedom
But still inside of a gun, gun, gun
Well, you're pretty in pink and you're deadly in camo
Got bad judgement but you got good aim
Did you feel the judgement of Solomon
When we split up the table that daddy made
Why, why does it look so breezy?
Why, why when we're stuck in place?
You could just pull the string from your eyes
But how it light up your, lights up your face
Oh the wind at your, the wind at your back
No you can't, no you can't feel bad
And the wind in your face, the wind in your face
It ain't what you say, it ain't what you say
I like your singin' in your inline skates
Six months in and now you're showin', baby
[?]
Why, why are we stuck in place?
Why, why are you prayin' for reason
Honey, do you feel wind in your face?
The feeling of freedom, the feeling of freedom
Oh the wind at your, the wind at your back
No you can't, no you can't feel bad
And the wind in your face, the wind in your face
It ain't what you say, it ain't what you say
There's a bead on the wind, There's a bead on the wind
Feel it comin' in on the feet of the people
As we cross on over, cross on over
From dyin' to livin' and changin' the order
There's a dove on the loose, a dove on the loose
The lid of the crate, oh wide open it flew
With the feeling of freedom, the feeling of freedom
But still inside of a gun, gun, gun
Well, you're pretty in pink and you're deadly in camo
Got bad judgement but you got good aim
Did you feel the judgement of Solomon
When we split up the table that daddy made
Why, why does it look so breezy?
Why, why when we're stuck in place?
You could just pull the string from your eyes
But how it light up your, lights up your face
Oh the wind at your, the wind at your back
No you can't, no you can't feel bad
And the wind in your face, the wind in your face
It ain't what you say, it ain't what you say