| Night and moon, where I lie
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| Ocean tide’s salty foam
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| Feel the sand underneath
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| Southern Cross in the sky
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| I am traveling home
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| Hear it, mama, breaking swash of the wave?
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| See it, mama, tempest building with rage?
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| Help me, mama, fall asleep to escape
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| Where my homeland remains
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| Once did lamps light these halls
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| Frontiers open to roam
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| Now the potholes fill roads
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| Like asbestos does walls
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| I am traveling home
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| Hear it, mama, winter whisper «too late?»
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| See it, mama, riots laying to waste?
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| Help me, mama, fall asleep to escape
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| Where my homeland remains
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| Where’s my homeland remain?
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| Hear it mama, rising voice on its way?
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| See it, mama, tempest building with rage?
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| Help me, mama, fall asleep to escape
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| Where my homeland remains
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| Where my homeland remains
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| (I remember my home) Where my homeland remains
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| (I remember my home) Where my homeland remains
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| (I remember my home) Where’s my homeland remain? |