Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home

Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Sometime I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometime I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometime I feel like I’m almost gone
A long way form my home

Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Hey, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya [ad lib] I gotta telephone in my pajama, and can call you from my heart
I gotta telephone in my pajama, and I can call you from my heart
When I need my Brother, Father, Mother, Sister
When I need my Brother, Mother, Father, Sister
Freedom…

Tahsin Ünlü

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