You could be there
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on a dark october night
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waiting for the moment to be
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swimming 'cross the freezing river
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holding a plastic bag of belongings just out of the water
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climbing up the banks on the other side
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hiding in the trees so cold
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that you hardly show as a target
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on the heat seeking gear of the border patrol
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but you made it, you're another one over
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sleeping on a bench in a railway station
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in the heart of Europe
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haven't eaten anything for two days straight
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but where there is a will there's allways gonna be a way
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And every door is guarded
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and every guard costs money
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so the women are bought and kept and raped and sold as slaves
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because the family borrowed from the man
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and the man has always got to be repaid
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for the deals of the borders and the fake IDs
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and the stolen passports all locked away
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While the women are working and gagging down on their knees
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and somewhere in the back of terminal 3
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in the clogged-up corridors of the imigration authorities
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whole families with the wrong bits of paper
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are waiting to be sent back to where they came from
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escorted by officials out across the tarmac
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with their wrist bound tight with cable ties behind their backs
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It's dawn and there's fog in Rotterdam harbour
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and the guard's on his break and the dogs are chained by the wire
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three figures come out from behind the cranes
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make across the train tracks
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climb aboard a Panamanian freighter headed for the isle of grain
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find a place to hide in a stack of containers
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another payload of world trade because
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goods are free to move but not people
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oil is free to move but not people
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jobs are free to move but not people
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money is free to move but not people
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And today they got a man hauled off a truck in the port of calais
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we watch him in silence as they lead him away
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clutching his battered suitcase
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but his face betrays him, lost and scared and defeated
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sitting in the back of the white port authority van
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well, where do any of us come from, it's pretty hard to say
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while high in the sky above us tonight
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the bombers are heading the other way, south and east
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into the blood red crimson sunrise of another imperial day
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Another Imperial Day
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