We got somethin', we both know it, we don't talk too much about it Ain't no real big secret, all the same, somehow we get around it Oh listen, it don'
We got somethin' we both know it We don't talk too much about it Ain't no real big secret all the same Somehow we get around it Listen, it don't really
You are the dust and I am the rain Let's go out in the rust and Let''s gather the change Let's take to the streets You and I we're life's refugees But
Take a good look inside of me... Season of night took hold of me... Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide away The damage is done, the chaos' dissolving me
Hey, hey, did you hear the news today ? Someone just got killed in Boston. Say, say, you'll get to hear it anyway, they smoked him out with a gas bomb
There's a rumour flying through the air; Paranoia's creeping everywhere. You're gonna raise a wall - to draw the line. You say you've got your reasons
The priest has been praying for your soul and the doctor for your heart does someone tell me how to live now that we must live apart and once we had
?Donde vas a parar refugiado que la tierra te quiere matar? ?Quien te ha dado la vida y la risa y la muerte tambien te dara? Asesina conciencia.
Lost in a lullaby Side of the road Melt in a memory Slide in a solitude Not till I can read by the moon Am I goin' anywhere? Not till I can read by the
I heard the high pitched keening A sound of pain and fear Someone unseen crying out A mourning call of loss I heard the cries past all hope Which sound
Treated like a refugee Never seems to be a place for me In my mind there is a scene I see My house is burning No-one returning To a land once free. Dreaming
Warm yourself by the fire, son And the morning will come soon I'll tell you stories of a better time In a place that we once knew Before we packed our
Hazel O`Connor - P. Barrett How could this begin Someone held a gun took aim and fired Thought he would win But no one ever did We've all been here
Thank You for this precious day These gifts You give to me My heart so full of love for You Sings praise for all I see Oh, sing for every mother's love
Woah, woah She's the refugee I see your face I see you staring back at me Woah, woah She's the refugee Her mama will say one day She's gonna live in
My room is dark, and very small; there's a place to wash at the end of the hall. I hear strange languages through the wall, I hear them shouting in the
[Byford/Carter] Cry for the children Sons and daughters left behind They walk alone down the trail of tears Full of heartache, full of fears Stand with
