| Walking into a place unknown
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| Weary of a life I’ve grown to know
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| I’m looking at the faces of a generation lost and scared
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| But we’d rather close our eyes
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| And dream of a child with a bed under their skin
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| We are not alone
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| We won’t be invisible
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| Tens by ten thousands
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| We plead for something more
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| Cry out, oh, sons and daughters
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| Rest your washed out eyes
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| Grace will keep you alive
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| We are not alone
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| We won’t be invisible
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| Tens by ten thousands
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| We plead for something more
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| We search, we dig for roots of a stable home
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| We search, we dig for a life better than this
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| Tens by ten thousands we search
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| We dig for a life better than this |