Freedom - Mystery Jets

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

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone

A long, long, long, long way, way from my home

Yeah Lord, from my home, yeah

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands

I got a telephone in my pazama

And I can call it up from my heart

I got a telephone in my pazama

And I can call you from my heart

When I need my brother (brother) brother

When I need my father (father) father

When I need my mother (mother) mother

When I need my sister (sister) sister

When I need my brother (brother) brother

When I need my father (father) father