For the freedom of it
And you take the night air through your nostrils
And you breathe in out, in out
And you breathe just like that, just like that
How does it get you when it gets you
When it gets ya
You may not know it's got you until you turn around
And I'll point a finger at you, point a finger at you
You say which way, which way
That's alright, we've gotten hip to it
Goin' to do it right now
Behind you, beside you, beside you
{van morrison}
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