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I'm on my way in a foreign land |
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The crime rate's up to 25 percent |
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Dissident people everywhere |
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And I can't find no comfort here |
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All alone, no one's there to help me |
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No control, there's no one |
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I can trust' |
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Cause they were running in the dust, running' |
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Cause they were running in the dust, running |
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I'm walking through the streets with a stranger's look |
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Their eyes staring at me as the darkness cooks |
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They ask me for a dollar, a gun behind their back |
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Their faces switch from friendly to attack |
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All alone, no one's there to help me |
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No control, there's no one |
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I can trust' |
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Cause they were running in the dust, running |
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Yes, they were running in the dust, running |
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I miss my country, my friends, my family |
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I will struggle to go home |
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I'm settled for peace now, step out of insanity |
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But my dream has ended in a blast |
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Standing here alone in this bloodstained land |
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As I realized danger's close at hand |
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A gunshot kills the sound of silence |
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As an angel's life has ended up by violence' |
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Cause they were running in the dust, running' |
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Cause they were running in the dust, running' |
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Cause they were running in the dust, running in the dust |
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Dust |
