Living at the y, extension 33,
Nothing to care or to worry.
Once I was in love with a blind man,
But my auntie told me, dont do it, its not worth it.

Living at the y, 33 years,
No one to call or to write to.
Once I was in love with a married man,
But my instincts told me, dont tell him, itll kill you.

Im sad I didnt marry the blind man,
But whats a life with three blind children?
Im glad I never told the married man,
It saved my pride and freedom.

Living at the y, in 33 rooms,
Nowhere to visit or write to.
Once I was in love, it nearly killed me,
But now I have my pride and freedom.

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom.



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