Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high
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Far from a river where things grow green
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The flowers weep and they lean away
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From the blood stained soil beneath my feet
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The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
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And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink
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On propaganda page
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That will rule your life and fuel my rage
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I tried to bend my knees
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But my knees were already bent
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I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now
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I called to my god but he was sleeping on that day
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I guess I'll just have to depend on me
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Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
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Did I surrender forth my right to be?
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Y'see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground
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And this same ground still haunts me
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The cool September blows the seeds away
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The harvest blown again this year
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But I'll return a stronger man
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I'll return to me my homeland
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No grave shall hold my body down
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This land is still my home
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I said:
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But I'll return a stronger man
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I'll return to me my homeland
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No grave shall hold my body down
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This land is still my home
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This land is still my home
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the world
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As Yet Untitled
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| Terence Trent D'arby |
