The radio and dancing crowd mimes the fighting in the streets
Carry me back to my homeland
The field of fire and streams of blood seek to hold and give away
Carry a nation in my heart
Slurring tongue and magic eye once again are brought to life

I don't think I'll ever understand
how you found solace in another land

"Basically, how can people release records about their own personal
problems?  How can other people dance to them in clubs?  How can 'things
change' so that everything becomes nothing so quick?"
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