Remember back in the day we had so much fun. What did we think we were kids on the run. Drinking and smoking what had we become but we always thought
I'm giving to myself most of the time I don't need no one else to bring me down And I don't want to hurt no one But I'm still where I've begun Where I
When they begin the beguine It brings back the sound of music so tender It brings back a night of tropical splendor It brings back a memory ever green
All inhibitions gone & on display All innocence has gone & flown away A winner now when that time there was none To reinterpret all that's redundant To
Treated like a refugee Never seems to be a place for me In my mind there is a scene I see My house is burning No-one returning To a land once free. Dreaming
Warm yourself by the fire, son And the morning will come soon I'll tell you stories of a better time In a place that we once knew Before we packed our
First time I ran Was to the end of the block I didn't know then That it never would stop Mow I look around And what do I see More and more people Running
Thank You for this precious day These gifts You give to me My heart so full of love for You Sings praise for all I see Oh, sing for every mother's love
Ngikhanyisele wedlozi lami Two humans on the run (repeat) The autumn leaves have trooped their colours Rumours of the battle to come Intelligence says
For balance and control, a battle rages in my soul Am I monkey, am I man? One finger holding back the dam Confusion was alright until it kept me up at
Heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who Heard it from another you've been messin' around They say you got a boyfriend, you're out there
Woah, woah She's the refugee I see your face I see you staring back at me Woah, woah She's the refugee Her mama will say one day She's gonna live in
Stolen as the war's begun, this time your soul is my one Stolen as the war's begun, this time your soul is my one I belong to a race of robots, drowning
My room is dark, and very small; there's a place to wash at the end of the hall. I hear strange languages through the wall, I hear them shouting in the
When they begin the beguine It brings back the sound of music so tender It brings back the night of tropical splendor It brings back a memory evergreen
[Byford/Carter] Cry for the children Sons and daughters left behind They walk alone down the trail of tears Full of heartache, full of fears Stand with
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI