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Refugee

All those flowers in the wasteland,
All that time beneath those skies charcoal grey.
But, every moment in the shade there,
Nourished by a force that flies from far away.

And we will say: Come to me, refugee, let me be the one one who frees you.
When you're calling, when you're calling, refugee.
Yes we will say: Come to me, refugee, let me be the one who bleeds now.
When you're falling, where you're crawling, refugee.

All those poets in the basement,
Still haunted by the ancient crimes of yesterday.
Like those flowers in the wasteland,
They will rise with open eyes and point the way.

'Cause when your skin starts burning,
You can feel the planet turning,
There's no transition, nothing sets you right.
And when your roof starts falling,
There's no place, no place to crawl in,
Hope transmitting, returning to your plight.

And we will say: Come to me, refugee, let me be the one who heals you.
When you're toiling, crawling, refugee.
Yes we will say: Come to me, refugee, let me be, I will conceal you.
When you're calling, when you're calling refugee.
Yes we will say, we will say.

When you're falling, when you're falling,
And we will say, we will say,
When you're falling,
When you're calling refugee.

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