Try To Stop Me

Try to stop me dancing,
Try to stop me writing,
Try to stop me living
And I'll run away from home.

You say I've got the freedom
But I'm a puppet on a string.
You want me to be happy
Yet I can't do a thing.

I'm waiting for a day
When you see that I was right
And all these regulations
Get out of my sight!

The End

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