Freddie Was His Name

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Dancing so young

So innocent

Throwing my hair into the air

Dancing in between the lines

So knowing

Throwing my hands into the air

Hair flies with the sounds of the guitars drifting

Wishing to dance forever

Throwing my hair into the air

As Freddie’s voice fills my soul. 

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 07, 2014 ⏰

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