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(Tony Scalzo) Emily shrugs and drags her heels, As she takes the guided tour It seemed like such an amazing deal When she was looking at the brochure Stuck on a bus with strangers Wishing she could be ay home with me Poor little Emily, how does it feel to be free? Lying in bed the pain in my head from running around all day Trying to find what was rightfully mine But I ran out of things to say Running around with strangers Wishing she could run away with me.. Poor little Emily, how does it feel to be free From familiar fingertips to a persecuted grip? From the pan into the fire, Now a thread becomes a wire Under which you must crawl, Through a ditch and over the wall Emily works her fingers right down to her aching bones While my aching head's got me stuck in bed Letras de cancionesWorking on being alone Working around the clock Wishing she had worked it out with me Poor little Emily, how does it feel to be free? Repeat From Letras Mania