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SOME KIND OF FREEDOM
Lachlan Irvine
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[G] I'm walking [D] down a lonely dirt [G] road
[G] Light years [D] from the nearest high-[G]-way
[G] Might as well [D] keep my thumb in my [G] pocket
'Cause I [G] haven't seen a car all [C] day
[G] With so much open space all around me
There's room for my thoughts to ex-[C]-plode
[G] Questions without any answers
Just [G] walking [D] down a lonely dirt [G] road.
I see a [G] soldier, [D] just a kid in a [G] war zone
His [G] youth [D] and his innocence [G] gone
These [G] images [D] are they ever going to [G] leave me?
Do I [G] have to keep moving on and [C] on?
My [G] backpack and guitar, they weigh nothing
But still I'm carrying such a heavy [C] load
Must be the [G] burden of a troubled mind
Keeps me [G] walking [D] down a lonely dirt [G] road.
I thought [Em] love [C] was going to be my re-[G]-demption
To [Em] bring this life [C] under some con-[G]-trol
But it looks like [Em] nothing's [C] going to give me pro-[G]-tection
[G] Against the turmoil of a restless [D] soul.
[G] You can't say [D] I wasn't being [G] honest
When I [G] told her [D] about my need to be [G] free
[G] Out here, [D] in the middle of [G] nowhere
Seems like there's [G] no-one in the world except [C] me
Is this [G] really the freedom I needed?
Am I reaping from the seeds that I [C] sowed?
[G] Free to be solitary and aimless
[G] Walking [D] down a lonely dirt [G] road.
Just [G] walking [D] down a lonely dirt [G] road.
Still [G] walking [D] down a lonely dirt [G] road.
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