And before ten years
I could write a long letter to you
And he wrote and ran backwards
Over the lines that stand in the wind
And before ten years, my dear
I read the books when it was evening
It was evening
And now after ten years
I have the attention of my powdery self
The powdery self
Oh, shaman
Shaman
Shaman
Now I'm done with you
Now I turn on the phone
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
I know we're free
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