We were the lucky few.
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A luck we soon outgrew,
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And now instead we drift again.
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How I miss Sarajevo.
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Oh we were lost at sea,
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A pause for thought, the we
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Slip beneath the foam and fall
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Down to the seabed.
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Good times die young,
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For the Faraway Kids on the run.
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Nowhere to hide.
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The Faraway Kids.
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The Faraway Kids.
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At night, my soul sets sail
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In minute detail.
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When I wake, I cry. For I
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I have lost Sarajevo.
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Oh, the charges lacked all proof,
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And failed to light the fuse
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For the Little Brutes,
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But I forsook Sarajevo.
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Good times die young,
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For the Faraway Kids on the run.
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Nowhere to hide.
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I can't outrun
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The terrible things I have done.
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I can't outrun
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The Faraway Kids.
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The Faraway Kids.
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Sarajevo
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| The Hoosiers |
