| Where are you people?
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| You’re running from your people
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| Here in the cold with a breeze
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| We’re asking for you
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| Out in the heat of the desert
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| They’re calling for you
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| Down where it’s crowded and wet
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| They’re searching for you
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| Still in the dead of the night
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| It’s all we’re asking
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| There are some things
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| That you still evade in questions
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| There are some things
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| That you still go round in circles
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| Still we need some answers more
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| But you were last seen
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| Fleeing the scene of the crime
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| But we will find you
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| (Say)
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| Where are you people?
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| You’re running from your people
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| Ants marching through the streets
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| We heard them drum
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| For forty days and forty nights
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| It’s all them hum
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| Their colors lit up like they’re flames
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| Jump in the fire
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| Empty words and clever games
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| Of which we tire
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| Needing someone to blame
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| For this position
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| Needing someone to blame
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| But who will listen
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| Blaming them all the same
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| We show no mercy
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| Promise broke when it was made
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| So we’re still searching
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| (Say)
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| Where are you people?
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| You’re running from your people
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| We are your people
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| You’re running from your people
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| Where are your people?
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| We’re lost in this free world
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| Too far to reach you
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| It’s too far, it’s too far
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| Where are you people?
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| You’re running from your people
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| We are your people
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| You’re running from your people |