| Arriving to an unknown town
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| But still the smell reminds me how
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| When I was so young
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| My father and I used to walk
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| In the same streets
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| Under the same sunny sky
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| Oh the people used to wave «Hi»
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| In the same streets
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| Under the same sunny sky
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| Oh the people used to wave …
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| And I didn’t cry
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| With the bombs and the fire
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| I kept my head up high
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| When they took, took his life
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| And when the bombs, when they fell down
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| On people’s head and in people' mind
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| Somebody told me «Kid you should go
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| Where the sky is still blue and the crimes are still low !»
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| So I had no choice I had to go
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| I could have build my own grave and wait for the snow
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| And like my father did so many years ago !
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| Dig my own grave and wait for the snow
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| And I didn’t cry
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| With the bombs and the fire
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| I kept my head up high
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| When they took, took his life
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| See the world
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| Watch the sun
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| And he said «feel it burn inside out
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| I’ll be there by your side
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| Every moment that goes by»
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| He said «I'll be there by your side
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| Every moment that goes by»
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| And I didn’t cry
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| With the bombs and the fire
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| I kept my head up high
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| When they took, took his life
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| And I didn’t cry
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| With the bombs and the fire
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| I kept my head up high
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| When they took, took his life
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| I kept my head up high
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| When they took, took his life |