Refugee - New Model Army

My room is dark, and very small;

There’s a place to wash at the end of the hall

I hear strange languages through the wall

I hear them shouting in the street below

I listen now to anything, anything at all;

Just to keep the ghosts away, not to let them come

Lusala, she was the first to hit the ground

Running up the hill at the side of the house

One by one, in the screaming sun, my family fell

The air alive with bullets, and the smell of fear

Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back at all:

Their bloodied faces are here with me, now, in the room

Until the lights go out and the silence comes

Don’t fall asleep, don’t fall asleep, just keep on running;

Keep running, keep running, keep running, run, run, run.

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