Get your sweets from the candy man
Get your truth from the shelf
Don't buy into the fairy tale
Just be good to yourself
'Cause you know that I love you, girl
You're my way out of hell
But I've just one more song to sing
One more story to tell

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh

When I'm tired of the bright lights
When I'm tired of the wine
I'll go down to Wheal Mexico
To the depths of the mine
When I'm forty years older
When I'm wrinkled and wise
I will trade all my liberty
For that look in your eyes

Reason gonna blind you
Cripple and confine you
Listen as your poor heart breaks
Take a trip to America
Let the wind blow right through your hair
We'll buy beer and some hope to share
Every day

'Cause freedom
Is no small thing
We punish the child
For flying too high
For rushing like the wind

Reason gonna blind you
Cripple and confine you
Listen as your poor heart breaks
(Stars are like diamonds we fly across the sky for them)
(No one's gonna change who we are)

'Cause freedom
Is no small thing
We punish the child
For flying too high
For rushing like the wind

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Writer(s): Curt Smith, Roland Orzabal