| Come from the land where the wheat is still wheat
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| Where the water in the rivers is still water
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| In this land, every man lends a hand when you need it
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| But your hands are full of life, so you can help yourself
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| And feel it
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| It's been a long way from the red of my home
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| From the valleys and the green plains never ending
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| Everyone knows that the sun in this land is stronger
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| And your hands are full of life, if you can only wait
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| Just longer
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| So let it be a small haven, big in your heart
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| Don't let it turn into a nova, tryin' to climb and climb
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| Try and forget this place where I can still find time
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| To sing in rhyme
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| Martian landscape, I'll learn to lie in your arms
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| Where all the freedom is mine and it calms
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| Martian landscape, I'll turn my face to your sun
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| Where your horizon is mine and it calms
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| I come from the land where the wheat is still wheat
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| Where the water in the rivers is still water
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| In this land, every man lends a hand when you need it
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| But your hands are full of life, so you can help yourself
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| And feel it
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| So let it be a small haven, big in my heart
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| Don't let it turn into a nova, tryin' to climb and climb
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| Try and forget this place where I can still find time
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| To sing in rhyme
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| Martian landscape, I'll want to lie in your arms
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| Where all the freedom is mine and it calms
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| Martian landscape, I'll turn my face to your sun
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| Where your horizon is mine and it calms
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| Martian landscape, Martian landscape
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| Martian landscape, Martian landscape |