| I’ve lived my life in the old country
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| Though not finding peace, my roots have grown deep
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| I’ve lived my life in the old country
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| It’s joys and it’s pain, don’t want me to leave
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| The place I have lived is not what it seems
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| The praises of man have put me to sleep
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| I want to know how it feels to be free
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| I’m not good at goodbyes, but I have to leave
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| Invited unto death, till all that I have left
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| Is everything I need, and I begin to breathe
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| In the new country, in the new country
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| I want to live in this sacred space
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| Be present each moment each breath that I take,
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| I want a love with nothing to gain
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| I’ve heard my beloved, calling my name
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| Invited unto death, till all that I have left
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| Is everything I need, and I begin to breathe
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| Invited unto death, till all that I have left
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| Is everything I need, and I begin to breathe
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| In the new country, in the new country
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| In the new country, in the new country
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| So I will let go and take another step
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| Crossing the borderline till I find what’s next |