The door slams, dust falls down between the cracks
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Some ran, some promised they'd be back
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Saigon all gone, ashes to dust, a solo dance, a solo dance
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Chorus:
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And when we leave, we leave our dust, we slap our clothes, we shake it off
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Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam
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Out of the dust reach tiny hands to touch their fathers in other lands
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Love is locked in these lost eyes, love is lost in these cold eyes
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And in these wounds too raw to touch, lie ashes ashes, dust to dust
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(chorus)
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We are free, we are not alone, listen to our sound
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Take these hands of flesh and bone, reaching out for love
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Discards settle where they must, never knowing who to trust
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And in these dreams that lie in rust, ashes ashes, dust to dust
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(chorus)
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We are free, we are free
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Dust
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| Mr. Mister |
