Fleetwood Mac - Freedom lyrics

Dim and wavering on a wind-blown night
Whose honour, whose anger cold and quivering
As was the wind-blown night
Into which she'd fallen, fallen

Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear i was with him
Everyone knew poor little fool

Beautiful as you are with that high spirit
Morning star of evil hit me
Cut me like a knife cool and collected
She became that with time totally rejected

It's all in the eyes
It's all in the way that you look
It's all in the way that you say very little
It's all in the way that you talk

Look at me with daggers
It won't do you any good
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen, fallen
Fallen

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Freedom freedom
Everyone knew poor little fool
Freedom come with me
Poor little fool freedom