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Sittin' high on a hillside takin' in all the growth
time to throw away my problems
cause i made 'em up myself
so i took all those worries, put 'em up on a shelf
and headed on down to the sea shore
clouds slowly passin' as i walked on the sand
i picked up a seashell and i made up my plan
i could feel the spirit of life in my hand
as i reached my destiny
whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa
i feel free
whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa
where i can have my own space
i walked on the beach in the early morn
i ran on the sand till i could breathe no more
i stood on a rock looking out at the sea
and believed what i said when i said
i feel free
whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa
i feel free
whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa
where i can have my own space