The Cars - Free Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Free By The Cars?
Hey there, stand in line
Read the Times, check your dimes Ensign what a wind, keep on trying Anywhere sublime paradigm, oh, oh When you go back in time Fix it good, fit it fine, oh, oh, oh You go back in time Just to say you decline, oh, oh, oh Yeah, you're free to step outside your dark world Free, to pound the lost streets Yeah, you're free, what a strain it is to stay curled Free to turn up all the heat Hey there, plug it in, pull a grin, genuine Tremble fast on the verge, you're the last Avenue Accelerator Permacast, oh, oh And you go back in time Fix it good, fit it fine, oh, oh, oh And you go back in time Just to say you decline, oh, oh Yeah, you're free to step outside your dark world Free, yeah, to pound the lost streets Free what a strain it is to stay curled Free, yeah, to join the obsolete Free, free, free, free You go back in time (free) Fix it good, fit it fine, oh, oh, oh (free) You go back in time (free) Just to say you decline, oh, oh (free) Yeah, you're free to step outside your dark world Free to pound the lost streets And you're free what a strain it is to stay curled Free to turn up all the heat Yeah, you're free to step outside your dark world Free to pound the lost streets Free what a strain it is to stay curled Free to turn up all the heat |
Who Wrote Free By The Cars?
Ric Ocasek
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What's The Duration Of The Free By The Cars?The duration of Free is 3:18 minutes and seconds. |
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