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The freedom that I thought that I haveI have lostI have worriedThe burn is back, and I'm still not ready to give to itI'm just about to lose myself againIt's scaring me half to sleepI'm not awake; I am not a dream; I am silently screamingAnd all the take to changeBe a conversationAnd all the take for thatWould be everythingDriving down a long road into western New YorkWhen I realized, glad we have just friendsBut even as I say itWonder if I really mean itAnd all the take to changeBe a conversationAnd all the take for thatWould be everythingAll the take to changeBe a conversationAnd all the take for thatWould be everything From Letras Mania