Exile
by Good Harvest
Borders closing one by one
Land and country disappear
The early years all ran away
One of these days I'll wake up middle aged
Tired to the bone
Rejected by myself
I'm not welcome here
As the years spin by I lose myself
Suspicious stranger to what my poor heart hoped
And I'll break out from all I know
Till another world shines down
Once a rebel of my own
In a town that no one ever knew
I used to dance away into the sun
and one of these days
I thought I'd be the one
to fight and stand there strong
The angels sang their song
Until my time had come
As the years spin by I lose myself
Suspicious stranger to what my poor heart hoped
And I'll break out from all I know
Till another world shines down
I'm an emigrant
no longer greeted in my home
I'm a foreigner
I'm left out all alone
I'm an emigrant
no longer greeted in my home
I'm a foreigner
I'm left out

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