while mr. temple rambled on with his achievement listnni sat there poking at my dinner platennand if he only took a breath between his spit and fishnnhe might discover that we don't relatennnnbut it's the same thing every timennthey try to bait you with a flashy empty clever linennnni can hardly think straight decipheringnnbetween the difference of religion and a mannni think i'll join them all with a thoughtful grinnnand then be done with it as soon as i begannnnow that i'm done with it it's time to start againnnnncan we agree if i don't judge you then you won't judge mennlet's be free, let's be free, let's be freennand every time i see your face i'll celebrate the waysnni'm not you, you're not me, let's be freennnnwe are freennthe fight ends with a jubileennsuddenlynnthe weights fall of our hands and feetnnfear and lovennwe know which one does not belongnnon and onnnwe're dancing to a freedom songnnnnwe are freennin our hands and feetnnwhatever we believe, freennin our hands and feetnnwe could stay or we could leave, freennnni'll tell you what i knownnthe truth is that nobody really knowsnni'm gonna tell it like it isnni won't pretend to know the endnni hear you talking so loudnnlike there's no choicennyou're just hiding in the soundnnof your own voicennand if you try to keep the scorenni'm gonna spook your high horse