Freedom

I'd rather be spending the summer days

Picking thorns out of my feet

From trying to find out all the different ways

My imaginary adversary could be beat

Than wasting my time trying to be

A well-mannered, high class "gentleman"

No, no. I need to be set free,

As does the heart of every true man.

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