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I saw a man in my dream, calling out, in the Timorese language,
he was gripped by, an iron claw, defining the pain and agony,
he cried out straight from the heart.
Freedom for East Timor, nothing less and nothing more, freedom for East Timor.
Like the Yolngu people, calling out for a change, they fought for their rights,
not to be divided, same movement we hear, same feelings we share,
to see our own people dying, while our mothers are crying,
it’s been a cry, straight from the heart.
Freedom for East Timor, nothing less and nothing more, freedom for East Timor.
I’m a prisoner in my own land, why do one rule and others suffer,
is this justice? Is this justice? Is this justice?
Like the Chechens and the West Irians, they have one thing in common,
they are fighting for freedom, why do we have to surer,
just to live our life in peace, you can hear our cry,
it’s coming straight from our heart
I’m a prisoner in my own land,
why do one rule and others suffer,
is this justice? Is this justice? Is this justice?
is this justice? Is this justice? justice? justice
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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