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(Say) |
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Where are you people? |
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You're running from your people |
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Here in the cold with a breeze |
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We're asking for you |
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Out in the heat of the desert |
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They're calling for you |
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Down where it's crowded and wet |
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They're searching for you |
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Still in the dead of the night |
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It's all we're asking |
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There are some things |
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That you still evade in questions |
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There are some things |
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That you still go round in circles |
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Still we need some answers more |
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But you were last seen |
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Fleeing the scene of the crime |
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But we will find you |
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(Say) |
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Where are you people? |
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You're running from your people |
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Ants marching through the streets |
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We heard them drum |
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For forty days and forty nights |
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It's all them hum |
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Their colors lit up like they're flames |
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Jump in the fire |
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Empty words and clever games |
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Of which we tire |
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Needing someone to blame |
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For this position |
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Needing someone to blame |
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But who will listen |
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Blaming them all the same |
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We show no mercy |
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Promise broke when it was made |
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So we're still searching |
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(Say) |
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Where are you people? |
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You're running from your people |
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We are your people |
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You're running from your people |
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Where are your people? |
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We're lost in this free world |
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Too far to reach you |
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It's too far, it's too far |
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Where are you people? |
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You're running from your people |
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We are your people |
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You're running from your people |
