| Cold
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| The earth is shaking
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| The sky is burning
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| It’s time to grab your things and get back on the road
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| The faces inside
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| Are slowly fading
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| And everything you ever treasured now is gone
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| Nothing before you
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| Nothing behind
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| Just a void with no beginning and no end
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| But tell me now
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| How it feels
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| To be out there standing on your own
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| Warm embrace to a brother
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| Or the tender kisses from a lover
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| Is all that matters in the end
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| One single act of goodness
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| Or a favor in the hardst moment
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| Can make this world a bettr place
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| Regardless creed or color
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| There’s no difference pain or sorrow
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| We’re all made of the same flesh
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| One day we will discover
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| We are bound to support each other
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| And that day there will never be again
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| Another refugee
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| We camp
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| Your body shaking
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| The world is waving
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| You’re sailing through a sea of fear and despair
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| Your thoughts are centered
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| On distant islands
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| Where any chance of life is possible again
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| Over the fences
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| You can hear the echoes
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| Of empty chatter and commercials on TV
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| So tell me now
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| How it feels
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| To be stranded at the gates of your last hope
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| «…legislation to ban asylum seekers who try to reach Australia by boat from
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| ever entering the country…»
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| Warm embrace to a brother
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| Or the tender kisses from a lover
|
| Is all that matters in the end
|
| One single act of goodness
|
| Or a favor in the hardest moment
|
| Can make this world a better place
|
| Regardless creed or color
|
| There’s no difference pain or sorrow
|
| We’re all made of the same flesh
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| One day we will discover
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| We are bound to support each other
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| And that day there will never be again
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| Another refugee |