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G#m C#m
I am a refugee now, I am running like mad
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across a frosty green Poland, my head in a sack.
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And the blood in my brain screaming "How did this happen?"
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and "Where am I now?" Who is so blue in this freeze?
[Verse 2]
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Who is so grey with the history, rain dancing all
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on my face without mercy and the muscles relax.
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And I just have to laugh through the loose teeth and tissue,
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the symphony builds under your boot.
[Verse 3]
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And the horns drool in harmony, dancers all swoon,
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this is my bloody tune, my last gasp of the past.
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My thorn in the side of the violence of time,
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I won't scream, I won't writhe, I am laughing and burning.
[Verse 4]
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Alive like a thornbush that grew in the hot
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countryside, now the fire is high and I am not
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consumed. Yes, this is the room,
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this is the old song from memory, this is the sound of the
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Jew who refuses to die.
[Interlude]
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[Verse 5]
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April 4th, 1944,
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I recall my old address no more.
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I live day to day on the glossy dancefloor
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of a wide countryside full of disappeared people.
[Verse 6]
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I sleep in the churches, eat grass like a goat,
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the calendar hangs on the wall of my memory.
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My name is inscribed up the sleeve of my coat,
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here I am.
[Interlude]
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[Verse 7]
G#m C#m
Take this document with you, the lines that I wrote
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as I bled through the night in a strange rusted land.
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I have ripped the page out, it is here in my hand,
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here I am.
[Verse 8]
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Person of the book but I have lost my page
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like so many others I am left to inscribe
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my own name on a torn one we will have a new book
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scattered far across the expanses. The scrapbook
[Verse 9]
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of signatures scrawled in forgotten, lost diaries,
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texts to recite when time's bloody boot, dances
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and kicks in the bone of our chest, like soft earth
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and our ancient hoarse voices will echo in song.
[Verse 10]
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And resound off the curve of a high stony ceiling,
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the curve of the arch from our death to our [Outro] birth.
[Outro]
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