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And the place was burning |
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Where once my cradle stood |
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Memories still yearning |
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For what my childhood took |
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In peaceful shelter I may rest |
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Just instincts of salvation |
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O'deviate from the within |
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But hate I may not feel |
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A nations decay within my eyes |
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Imploring still in vague seclusion |
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A tear from a child's eye- obeying still |
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But fate just ties together |
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What's my flesh ? |
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And what my skin ? |
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What my privilege ? |
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And what a sin ? |
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Have I come to stay |
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What I can never be ? |
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Have I come to beg |
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For a new identity ? |
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....to blame... |
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O' I have tried to fly |
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But I did not have wings |
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I have tried to speak |
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But I did not know how |
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Like a new-born child |
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I have tried to trust |
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Reaching out |
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But my cradle burning |
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A nations decay within my eyes |
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Imploring still in vague seclusion |
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A tear from a child's eye- obeying still |
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But fate just ties together |
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Just memories today |
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Yes, I exist, but do I also live ? |
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I must deviate from the within |
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But hate I may not feel |