| In these vigilant times I daydream — an innocuous crime
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| My motionless stance — in my mind, I wander the land
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| A bleak and dismal trance
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| Constrained, unsafe, left in shame
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| And now I can see my town is painted red
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| Here forever I’ll be where once my tears were shed
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| On that day, in our place I recall the smell of the rain
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| And I’d protect you from them if you want me to take
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| Take you there again
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| Good night my love, let me watch, you sleep from here or above
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| Words like these won’t leave this place
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| Be haunted by our trace, the trace of our…
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| HOME
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| The home they want call their own
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| But for the air that I breathe, the dreams are divine
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| The memories I’ll bring to
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| A place far from home
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| The home they want to call province of Rome
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| I’m trapped without guards, within a state I can’t grasp
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| But we’re still free
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| I am waiting for the clouds to part, all in vain
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| Nature forsaken
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| Once admired by us all, does it know we’re scared
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| Scared to move, scared to wake, scared just to be who we were
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| What matters is just you and me and the path that leads us…
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| HOME
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| The home they want call their own
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| But for the air that I breathe, the dreams are divine
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| The memories I’ll bring to
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| A place far from home
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| The home they want to call province of Rome
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| I’m trapped without guards, within a state I can’t grasp
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| But we are still free
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| Encircled by fiends, the pressure deepens
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| Dazed by illusions, my reason weakens
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| But I won’t let you fall into deep forlornness
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| I won’t let you ponder the why in distress
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| A mechanical smile as I lift my face towards the sun
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| And return to denial
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| I weep as I kiss the ground, the trees that I’ll soon miss
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| The songs we sang will ring out, the memories will resound
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| HOME
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| The home they want call their own
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| But for the air that I breathe, the dreams are divine
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| The memories I’ll bring to
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| A place far from home
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| The home they want to call province of Rome
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| I’m trapped without guards, within a state I can’t grasp
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| But we are still free |