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here I am, can you hear me
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hitching my heart, you make it
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cleanse my vice, wash my filth
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catch my hand from lost faith
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when leaving my native place
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I saw your peaky face
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when looking at blood on hands,
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your tears came into my head
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you said to me it just an empty dream
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a streetcar named desire
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I buried your words in my heart
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no place for me take a rest my soul
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every night I miss my home
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and I hope you pray for me today
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