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• Artiste: Southern Front
• Titre: Refugee
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You don't know your body, a prisoner in your own skin, No finger to point the blame with no help to your end. You wake from your dreams and pull your finger away, From this, steel, you feel, like your own god today. Refugee, a ghost in a shell, Refugee, you're trapped in your skin, Refugee, no home for tomorrow, Refugee... False hope can't force a grin, When the limbs don't grow, nightmares begin. It's only time before that mirror shatters from within. Leave me where I lay, if the tables turn my way, Destroyed by society's driven passion, for world peace. Refugee, a ghost in a shell, Refugee, you're trapped in your skin, Refugee, no home for tomorrow, Refugee... Discard all that they've said, More than promises have been lost in the wind, Deployed against a lie, Arranged ignorance sure makes for, A short life. Not deploying aid, when back in their safes, Expecting payments, but not taking legs, This is the epitome...this is the epitome, Of a refugee... Refugee...Refugee... Refugee...Refugee... Refugee, a ghost in a shell, Refugee, you're trapped in your skin, Refugee, no home for tomorrow, Refugee.