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I am a wanderer, feet on the ground |
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Heart on my sleeve, and my head in the clouds |
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I own a star above some distant shore |
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Wandering ever more |
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I am a refugee, torn from my land |
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Cast off to travel this world to its end |
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Never to see my proud mountains again |
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I still remember them |
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I am a labourer, sign round my neck:"Will work for dignity, trust and respect". |
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Stand on this corner so you don't forget |
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I haven't had mine yet |
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I am a prisoner, pacing my cell |
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Three steps and back, my corner of hell |
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Lock me away and you swallow the key, |
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Some day I shall be free. |
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And I'll be a wanderer, feet on the ground |
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Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds |
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I own a star above some distant shore |
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Wandering ever more |
