| I turn my face to a different place
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| to taste the air they’re breathing there.
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| I race with winds through time and space
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| to catch the marks they are leaving.
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| Raging screams from killing streets.
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| Their toxic wounds are bleeding
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| I drink your rain and sail your wave.
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| The black gold’s in my face.
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| A fire’s burning in my eyes.
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| I’ve had enough of your ways
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| Take me home, take me home.
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| I’ll leave your sins and dirty whores.
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| Take me home, take me home.
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| I’ve seen the pain, her aching sores
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| I fled the southern hemisphere.
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| I ran upon the sea.
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| I felt the tradewind through my hair
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| not for a second loosing speed
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| Take me home, take me home.
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| I’ll leave your sins and dirty whores.
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| Take me home, take me home.
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| I’ve seen the pain, her aching sores
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| I have travelled the world.
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| I have travelled the world.
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| It’s like the fate of humanity’s decided by my words
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| I climb the wall so afraid to fall,
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| smell the breath from the ground.
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| Each grip I take every move I make,
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| you always bring me down
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| And I can’t replace if you keep
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| the pace killing is for sale
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| The right hand steal and the other feed
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| we’re running for our tail. |