Everybody sing "we're free, free free..."

Tracy Chapman:
"I'll die here soon, if I don't leave, if don't leave, if don't leave."

But if I were to leave, where would I go? And what would I do? Who would I turn to?



Let us all be free, free, free. Let us all be free, free, free. Freedom now.

Crossroads only make me think of one thing.

Don't dwell on the past.

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