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This, my son, is the Freedom Tower It was built many years ago By a man who'd tasted too much of power And couldn't let anything go. He thought it was time to expand his reach Even if he had to fight All the way from Redondo Beach To the City of Blinding Lights. His friends had money, and they were his friends His enemies they had none He used any means to achieve his ends Letras de cancionesAnd make sure the war was won. He couldn't speak English very well He was a man of wealth and taste He said he loved heaven and hated hell Too bad he went to the latter place. This, my son, is the Freedom Tower It's a symbol of being free But freedom changes, hour to hour It's not what it used to be. From Letras Mania