It costs....
To be free.
How can that be?
Pay, pay,
As we sway
Thru the hustle and bustle
Of life.
I was born free.
I bet THAT cost, also.
And now as I go
Thru the hustle and bustle
I must tussle
With a way
To pay........
To my dying day.
And I bet you
That'll cost too!
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