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A Place Called Freedom - Steve Hackett
I saw her on the planes

I watched her through the rain

On a buffalo dawn

Running barefoot through the corn

Her wild rose complexion

With eyes downturned

Became my obsession

I knew I had to return

To a place called freedom

To a place called freedom

High Indian cheekbones

Held by wonder

She moaned like the whining wind

Chased by thunder

Torn between home

And the horizon

A dancing gazelle

In Eternity's sunrise

To a place called freedom

To a place called freedom

To a place called freedom

A place called freedom

High Indian cheekbones

Held by wonder

She moaned like the whining wind

Chased by thunder

Torn between home

And the horizon

A dancing gazelle

In Eternity's sunrise

To a place called freedom

To a place called freedom