Freeway holds the polished golds of former runaways
Ran where they can, the run is fun, and gold does slip away
Now sittin out there, no time to care, my vision sees it through
Troubled eyes aim to the sky where their stars are gonna lose
Free is sickness, one leg Willy
Tell me your star shines true
Two’s the number that's on my mind
But its always one in this place,
-I’ve forced the stay
Been locked up and locked down in monetary mines
Just waiting for the sun to float away
The sun is tired, forced and fired,
The sun will float away
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