This is your country,
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This is your home,
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Here is the house where you grew up alone.
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The city streets,
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You used to love,
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Are bruised and broken,
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Are black and blue.
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On our TV's, miles away.
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On our doorsteps with no reason why.
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Take it back, take it back, take it back.
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This is your country,
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This is your home,
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Here is the house where you grew up alone.
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Remember this for what it was.
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Take it back, take it back, take it back.
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You want a voice,
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But your voices sound like violence.
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You don't deserve this life.
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This is your country,
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This is your home,
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Here is the house where you grew up alone.
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Remember this for what it was,
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A bleak projection of absent minds.
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You want a voice,
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But your voices sound like violence.
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You shout so loud but all I hear is silence.
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The city streets that you show no love,
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Are bruised and broken,
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Because of you.
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This is your country,
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This is your home,
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Here is the house where you grew up alone.
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Remember this for what it was.
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Devil's Island
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