Texto e composição elaborados por João Soares |
Freedom
Sometimes I feel like a motherless childSometimes I feel like a motherless child...
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home
Freedom
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
A long, long, long, way, way from my home
Clap your hands
Hey… yeah
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart
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Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
A long, long, long, way, way from my home
Clap your hands
Hey… yeah
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart
Postagem relacionada
Oração da Liberdade, por Miguel Torga
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