16 lyrics for "Turn me loose"

Fly away, skyline pigeon fly Towards the dreams You've left so very far behind For just a Skyline Pigeon Dreaming of the open Waiting for the day That he can spread his wings And fly away again Turn me loose from your hands
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Turn me loose Turn me loose, I, I, I gotta keep on movin' If you tell me stay I hate you Loose, two, three, four Turn me loose, you got my mind You got my body, you got my soul Turn me loose, I'm incomplete She got my heart, I'm out of control You tell
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Easy come girl, easy go. Goodbye, farewell, so long, vaya con dios. Good luck, wish you well, take it slow. Says she's had enough of me, I've had enough of her too. I might as well go on and set her free, she's already turned me loose. No fault, no
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My mind's not right Well, my mind's not right Everything has all gone down wrong Abel, come on, give me the keys, man Turn around, turn around, take me back I can't calm down Yeah, I'm missing something My mind's gone loose inside the shell I see water
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'Cause I'm alive I'm a live wire Take my fist Break down walls You better turn me loose You better set me free 'Cause I'm hot young running free
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You caught me smilin' again Hangin' loose 'cause you ain't used To see me turned on I'll be gone and it won't take you long To climb a tree about me I ain't down I'll be around to carry on In my pain, I'll be sane To take your hand
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At the end of the river the sundown beams All the relics of a life long lived Here, weary traveler rest your wand Sleep the journey from your eyes A kite above a graveyard grey At the end of the line far far away A child holding on to the magic of birth
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Fly away, skyline pigeon fly Towards the dreams You've left so very far behind For just a Skyline Pigeon Dreaming of the open Waiting for the day That he can spread his wings And fly away again Turn me loose from your hands
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The burden and the noose Just cut me loose Lost in thought Recounting the cost when sanity became askew When turning the pages of life concentrated On killing the sorrow that tears us in two A faded memory of what used to be It can't be mistaken, the
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