by M. Robertson

Overstretched and under the weather - Time slows down, still the quicker the better
And I hope no one comes knockin' tonight - I'm cashed in, fresh out of fight

Creatively quiet, never heard itself - I cannot deny it, I'm guilty as hell
And I hope they come a knock, knockin' tonight - Blurry eyed, but I still can see the light

Freedom, from you and me
Freedom, another change in destiny
Slow down, should have listened 'bout you and me
Too late, what we could never be

An untold story, comes few and far between
So listen to this play by play of every last scene
Am I glad no one came a knockin' tonight?

Freedom, from you and me
Freedom, another change in destiny
Slow down, should have listened 'bout you and me
But too late, what we could never be

Freedom, from you and me
Freedom, another change in destiny
Slow down, should have listened 'bout you and me
But too late, what we could never be

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