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Das, Pandit, |
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Savale, Zaman |
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Take the long train to |
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Bombay Duck as the tunnels came |
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Tune in your crystal set |
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You've won the freedom to forget |
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You've won the freedom to forget |
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Feeling good migrations |
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Tuned in to the mother nation |
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Taking her aim |
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Changing your name |
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Now we're nomads |
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That stay in one place |
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Not a country |
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Not a face |
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Standing out but still like ghosts |
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Long-term guests |
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Ungracious hosts |
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Re-written history |
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A sleepy slavery |
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Those sweet sweet sweet machines |
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Senfling, selling |
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Good migrations |
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Tuned in to the mother nation |
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Taking her aim |
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Rearranging the chains .... |
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The nine year old boy who had wanted to be white |
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Set out on the journey from loneliness to pride |
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Hostile environments along the way |
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A slowly changing landscape |
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But a steady stream of consciousness rising |
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A steady stream of consciousness rising |
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This is the journey from loneliness to pride |
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No longer any need to hide .... |
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Struggle to live |
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And we cry struggle to survive |
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Struggla, struggla, struggla, struggla |
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Just to stay alive |
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In the jungle you either do or you die |
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You got to be aware |
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You got to have the jungle eye .... |
