| We’ll hold our ground
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| 'Til it’s too tough to bear
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| We’ll go somewhere safe
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| Or at least go somewhere
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| The whole damn world
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| Is mutual ground
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| I know there’s no shelter
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| From
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| What we need is a corner
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| On the edge of a map
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| We’ll be out of this place
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| traps
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| trains
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| About to explode
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| With sick, sick people
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| loads
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| And the dirt all around us
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| Gets into our souls
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| I’m wondering whether
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| We should carry a knife
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| Could lose you a life
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| So if we stay I don’t doubt
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| We will both end up dead
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| But until that time comes
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| We’ve got our whole lives ahead
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| The whole damn world
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| Is mutual ground
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| no shelter
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| From
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| Nothing I’ve heard
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| Could make me believe
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| There will be any kind
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| Of reprieve
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| We won’t sleep
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| Until the moon shines from the crack in the ceiling
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| And we could see the whole city
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| From the window by the bed
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| Just a little place
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| Or we’ll go now
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| Cause you know we’ve got the whole wide world ahead
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| Our road in my dreams
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| Stretches far and wide
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| It’s flanked by peach trees
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| It’s lit by the sun
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| A dream from my childhood
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| Has troubled my mind
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| Now it troubles my days
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| From time to time
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| But I can’t go as fast
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| To the country in France
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| Had to get into Paris
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| To La Résistance
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| Both my parents
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| Were taken away
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| The gave me a bike
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| I alone had escaped
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| Yet the further I traveled
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| The more I got close
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| The roads I was on
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| Became the roads to my hell |