| I am an exile, a sojourner
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| A citizen of some other place
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| All I’ve seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror
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| But I know one day we’ll see face to face
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| I am a nomad, a wanderer
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| I have nowhere to lay my head down
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| There’s no point in putting roots too deep when I’m moving on
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| Not settling for this unsettling town
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| My heart is filled with songs of forever
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| A city that endures, where all is made new
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| I know I don’t belong here, I’ll never
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| Call this place my home, I’m just passing through
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| I am a pilgrim, a voyager
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| I won’t rest until my lips touch the shore
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| Of the land that I’ve been longing for as long as I’ve lived
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| Where there’ll be no pain or tears anymore
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| My heart is filled with songs of forever
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| A city that endures, where all is made new
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| I know I don’t belong here, I’ll never
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| Call this place my home, I’m just passing through |