| I used to run just like a mustang with my head down in the wind |
| At a pace too fast to recognize the places that I've been |
| Living up my years of freedom like the words to a song |
| I found myself believing that I can make it on my own |
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| 'Til I wound up on my knees one night on the side of the road |
| Where I cried and said, "I'm willing. Where you lead me, I will go." |
| I was finally tired of running wild across these lonely plains |
| I surrendered all I had |
| And let the master take the reigns |
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| And now I'm free |
| I'm not scared, and I'm not running, I'm right where I'm supposed to be |
| Yes, I'm free |
| I know from over there it might look like captivity |
| But on this side of the fence, it feels like free |
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| Often looked upon as beauty when the mustang runs and bucks |
| Some criticize the ones we ride and pull behind our trucks |
| But they were put here with a purpose that the wild ones have yet to find |
| Like me, they just need breaking down to open up their eyes |
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| And see, I'm free |
| I'm not scared, and I'm not running, I'm right where I'm supposed to be |
| Yes, I'm free |
| I know from over there it might look like captivity |
| But on this side of the fence, it feels like free |
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| Now, who's to say the mustang won't be better off this way? |
| Having someone he can count on so he don't go astray |
| He don't sleep with one eye open, he's found peace within these bounds |
| And I've found a life like this is every bit worth settling down |
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| 'Cause I'm free |
| I'm not scared, and I'm not running, I'm right where I'm supposed to be |
| Yes, I'm free |
| I know from over there it might look like captivity |
| But on this side of the fence, it feels like free |
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| Oh, I know I'm free |
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