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.:: Open Letter ::. Well, I'm finding the green cleared from my eyes I am young and I am deep within the woods What I'm discovering is far from the land I've heard tell of But I'm not so vain to think that I'm the first The first to see and to turn their eyes away And I know that's not a popular approach And I'm also learning the rules to the game I'm supposed to play And they are proving to be far beyond reproach And just 'cause we subscribe to different paths Doesn't give you right to just sit and laugh Can you still see from whence you've come 'Cause I won't bow down to a place so low I think that you're wrong and I think you're wrong I hope you don't mind me saying so It's not as though this truck's been up on blocks for years in my front yard Waiting for the fuel of you to make it go Well, I guess it all depends on who you answer to Cause I still believe it's Who not what you know Why don't you write me a letter or call me on the phone Letras de cancionesTell me of all the big important things we'll do I know you're understanding of what freedom means to me But I bet you won't mention how you'll hide me till I belong to you All of these things you say I lack You can keep just give my innocence back If it comes right down to yes or no Just lock the door and on my way I'll go Well don't call us We will call you From Letras Mania