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Sun shines on the Gaza Strip |
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Smiles on the back alleys of Madrid |
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Comes off the stone like a burning whip |
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But it's night here on the ridge |
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And the snowfall adds up inch by inch |
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I've wasted my days |
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Battered and ground down by wave upon wave |
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Of bitter envy and unremitting hate |
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But there's no one I hated more |
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Than the man that stands before you now |
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I was humbled just in time |
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No longer king in a skull-sized castle |
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Endless waves had ground me down to dust |
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For the first time I could take to air |
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I was free now, I could go anywhere |
