| In a paradise now rotten to the core
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| There’s a jungle lost in deafening acts of war
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| Where the people throng the road to fly away
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| Life’s torn to pieces day by day
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| Crowded river boats defy a blistering sun
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| To a nowhere land, my God, what have they done
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| While the waves are rolling high, the end is near
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| And she is crying, a cry of fear
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| Cambodian girl, dry your eyes and turn it over
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| One day you’re homeward bound, back to the sun
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| Cambodian girl, lay your head upon my shoulder
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| Once you will be back where you belong
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| But the darkest hour is right before the dawn
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| They await so afraid, but carry on
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| There’s a light, a ray of hope, and no more grief
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| A new tomorrow, a land of make believe
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| Cambodian girl, dry your eyes and turn it over
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| One day you’re homeward bound, back to the sun
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| Cambodian girl, lay your head upon my shoulder
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| Once you will be back where you belong
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| Cambodian girl, dry your eyes and turn it over
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| One day you’re homeward bound, back to the sun
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| Cambodian girl, lay your head upon my shoulder
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| Once you will be back where you belong |