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On our first flash of freedom
I called out your name
Love hit us hard
Like an overdue train
We felt so much more than
Our hearts could explain
On our first flash of freedom
A fist full of glory
A suitcase of sin
The language you dream in
When you count to ten
You go to the edge and you always give in
On your first flash of freedom
Down every canyon and mountain we fall
And laugh at our shadows
Tall on the wall
Your brain is so full, but you can't keep it all
On your first flash of freedom
Across ancient bridges
Through a town with no name
Across painted hills that
No rich man can claim
Run the wild mustangs
That nothing could tame
On your first flash of freedom
On your first flash of freedom
