The street you knew, the tree you knew
The grocery, the barber shop
The promise you made to an old friend
To show him your cocoon
You lost it all while I was putting some sugar in my tea
The tears made yours salty and sour
You lost your roof while I was watching the news on tv
The devastated home was yours
The bulging eyes, heart in your mouth
The crowded bus, the war you fled
The promise you made to the youngest
He'll see his father soon
The sun rises over the tents of the refugee camp
The white greenhouses of despair
Where is my land, when will I be me again
Id card is a whim, peaceful sleep is a luxury
They say I am a dust in a legal vacuum.
I'm going back where I belong, am I going to find
Some bullets on the ground, and unrested minds?
Oh the street you knew, the tree you knew
The grocery, the barber shop
The promise you made to an old friend
To show him your cocoon
I'm going back where I belong, am I going to find
Some bullets on the ground, and unrested minds?
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