Once in a house on a hill
a boy got angry
he broke into my heart

For a day and a night
I stayed beside him
until I had no home

So I came down the hill
of course I was hurt
but then I started to think:

It shouldn't hurt me to be free
it's what I really need
to pull myself together

But if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why I don't know what to do with myself

There's a bar by the dock
where I found myself
drinking with this man

He offered me a cigarette
and I accepted

'cause its been a very long time

as it burnt to the end
I thought of the boy
no-one could ever forget

It shouldn't hurt me to be free
it's what I really need
to pull myself together

But if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why I don't know to do with myself?

It shouldn't hurt me to be free
it's what I really need
to pull myself together

but if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why I don't know what do to with myself?

... to pull myself together

But if it's so good being free
would you mind telling me
why I don't know what to do with myself?

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