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I, I was never very young
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I walk like a stranger through this world
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No, no you don't know me
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Although I'm with you
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I'm so far away...
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But it wasn't the heat that
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Threw the night into turmoil
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Put the city in darkness
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And soldiers on the street
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But the car
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Burning up on the roadside
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For all those in exile
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Waiting to be released
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In city
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Surrounded by slums
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Invaded by soldiers
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Invaded by debt
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Under dictator
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Who escalates terror
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Provoking further
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Intensive civil unrest
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And in the fear of
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The nights' disappearances
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A conspiracy of silence
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Spread up around us like a wall
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Between commemoration candles
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And the twelve o'clock curfew
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You started to feel less
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Until you couldn't feel at all
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Stood on the wrong side
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Of the barricades in the national strike
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Then became exile
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Remember:
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Soldiers shooting into the crowd at the university
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Growing up under government
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Where to be young is to be the enemy
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Remember:
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Where soldiers tear gas churches
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And there's ten thousand missing persons
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Whose cases are never solved
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And the government advises not to get involved
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No Te Metas...
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Someday we'll return there
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From the years spent in exile
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To the land where we were born
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From the years spent in exile
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Someday we'll be free there in the land where we were born.
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In Exile (For Rodrigo Rojas)
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Dream Academy |