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Old Songs Seem To Drag, But Their Lyrics...
So long I had searched for life's meaning,
enslaved by the world and my greed.
Then the door of my prison was opened,
A ransom was paid-- I'm free.
I'm free from the fear of tomorrow.
I'm free from the guilt of the past.
I've traded my shackles for a glorious song.
I'm free, praise the Lord, free at last.
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