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Let go
The keys you think you have
The leash you think they have
Let go

Out there
Is freedom-swirled new air
Is glory -you’re its heir
Out there

She Said Grown Up Things

There is a Group
America’s Youth
What Nation they’re from let us learn

They rise up unjaded
They show up in conscience
They speak up that freedom’s torch burns

I want liberty
And license
And the style of a woman
Running free
Licking her fingers
Of the taste of your air

I am dust
You are dust
Gold Dust

Pulses rush
Pupils rush
Gold Rush

Opened flood gates
Hearts that know one gate
Golden Gate

Anger at the dark
Or sweet freedom in Your light
Nice I have a choice