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The Refugee

I was born into this I had no choice I love my war-torn country It is, er, was my home But I'm a refugee, along with 5 million others And you, the world, don't want us? Like you own the earth God put us on? We're all entitled to food and shelter I will work to the bone Be a good citizen Bombs and bullets have driven me from my home I just want peace To get a good night's sleep To get out of this tent To have a hot meal To reunite my family To live Simply to live To find the love in this world.
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