May the Freedom Shine Upon You, in your old burned out days
May the Freedom Shine Upon You, on the long walk home from school
May the Freedom Shine Upon You, when you ride shotgun on Sunday morn
and in the country you were born,
and when you run all out of drio,
like the last breath you breathe,
Let it shine on down.
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