Free tonight, I’m going to be free tonight from my fathers growl my mothers scowl.
I feel it coming on the wind blowing softly yet powerfully against my cheek
it’s taking away the weak.
Getting away from destiny’s child I’m moving on with a wild crowd
I know it makes little sense leaving a warm sweater in the corner holding memories
out in the wind with ones I hardly know, but they are free and I am free
gaining power by the moon’s beam the stars gleam it’s a clear night and everything
feels right.
The World in its Black Suit
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