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Here on these hours, |
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the sun hangs over |
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the parallel, a spell. |
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We feel the myth, the distance like a metal case. |
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My family, the limbs of which, spread |
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the body of this land. |
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I'll pour my blood on this place, |
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to keep you safe, keep you safe. |
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We'll send it home, balikbayan. We'll send it home, balikbayan. |
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The heavy freight, it carried |
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the weight, of a better life. |
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You separate, your kids get old, |
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the air gets cold, we feel alone. |
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Our country, this in between, |
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the hours hang; we're still not paid. |
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We'll fold our clothes, and write our notes - |
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send them home, send them home. |
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We'll send it home, balikbayan. |
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We'll send it home, balikbayan. |
