The borders are only lines in the sand
The borders are divided by land
And invented by men
The birds all fly high in the sky
But the birds have never heard
About europe, about you
About europe
The girls with bright eyes
Rides away on dreams of lies
Into europe
The sun has always been setting in the west
So the sun must know where the setting is the best
What a mother’s nightmares can’t bear
A cruel world does on it’s own
She said she’d call when she’s there
Must be something wrong with the phone
The phones all over europe
Is the future any brighter?
Is the darkness any lighter in europe?
I met joy in london, she used to love to sing
But now she’s not singing about anything
“Gotta work to make your way,
Better work if you wanna stay”
So now she’s working for you, for europe
No matter how many times that story’s been told
How history repeats itself
And some stories never grow old
And they call her
Europe
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