I CHOOSE THIS WARM BROWN LAND, 

SURROUNDED BY THE PALE UNFRIENDLY SEA, 

FEEL MYSELF NATIVE HERE, BEFRIENDED, SING ITS TONGUE, 

SUFFER WITH ITS SORROW, LLISTEN TO THE WHISPERS OF A FREE TOMORROW. 

 

JE PENSE TOUTE À L’HEURES AUX DEMANS QUI CHANTANT. 

 

WE DANCE HERE, KILL, MAKE LOVE, AND CRY. 

WE NEVER WATCH THE STARS. 

IF WE LOOK TOO FAR 

WE SEE THE BARS! 

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