| Is this the sanctuary
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| We talked of in the night?
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| Is this the sanctuary?
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| I must try to do what’s right
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| A cold light shines from the watchtower window
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| Chill wind scratches out my face
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| Blown between the bars
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| That hold this place
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| Is this the sanctuary
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| We talked of in the night?
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| Is this the sanctuary?
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| I must try to do what’s right
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| Twilight howl, the searchlight owl
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| Wire fingers grip the air
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| Freedom only comes
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| To those who dare
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| Is this the sanctuary
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| We talked of in the night?
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| Is this the sanctuary?
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| Where all our hopes have turned to stone
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| Nothing left to lose but life itself
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| Nowhere left to go but through the wire
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| Cross the compound’s barren waste with dread
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| The sun shall rise upon the free and dead
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| The free and the dead, ooh
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| Run (run)
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| Hide (hide)
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| But you can’t flee what lies inside
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| Sleep (sleep)
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| Dream (dream)
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| But only to the sound of screams
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| Fear (fear)
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| Doubt (doubt)
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| That save for death, there’s no way out
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| Seek (seek)
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| Find (find)
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| The free and promised land that lies nearby
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| And… and… and…and…
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| And though I wear the yellow badge of hate
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| I walk a free man through the opening gate
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| Still ghostly figures line the wire in a daze
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| No need for flowers here, there are no graves
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| And though I wear the yellow badge of hate
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| I walk a free man past the padlocked gates
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| I pause to look the searchlight in the eye
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| To ask it shed it’s light upon the reason why? |