| I’m on my way in a foreign land
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| The crime rate’s up to 25 percent
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| Dessident people everywhere
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| And I can’t find no comfort here
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| All alone — no one’s there to help me
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| No control — there’s no one I can trust
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| Cause they were running in the dust — running
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| Cause they were running in the dust — running
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| I’m walking through the streets with a stranger’s look
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| Their eyes staring at me as the darkness cooks
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| They ask me for a dollar a gun behind their back
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| Their faces switch from friendly to attack
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| All alone — no one’s there to help me
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| No control — there’s no one I can trust
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| Cause they were running in the dust — running
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| Cause they were running in the dust — running
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| I miss my country, my friends, my family
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| I will struggle to go home
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| I’m settled for peace now step out of insanity
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| But my dream has ended in a blast
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| Standing here alone in this bloodstained land
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| As I realized danger’s close at hand
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| A gunshot kills the sound of silence
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| An angel’s life has ended up by violence
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| Cause they were running in the dust — running
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| Cause they were running in the dust — running
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| Cause they were running in the dust
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| Running in the dust
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| Dust |