Fifteen gone, fifteen to come
We're just fugatives on the run
The sun is setting and we are on the hill
Look down, see the others being killed
They caught them down in the valley
Reined them in, coralled them tight
Rain was falling, forever was calling
We struggle on through the night
Now some wore rope and some wore chain
But they treat you just the same
Living in fear, there is nowhere home
Except running, running, running all alone
REFUGEES, REFUGEES
RUNNING FROM WHOEVER
REFUGEES, REFUGEES
SOMEONE HELP US PLEASE
RUNNING TO FOREVER
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