Feeling like a refugee
Like it don’t belong to me
The colors flash across the sky
This air feels strange to me
Feeling like a traged
Take a deep breath and close my eyes
One last time
Until I die I’ll sing these songs
On the shores of Babylon
Still looking for a home
In a world where I belong
Where the weak are finally strong
Where the righteous right the wrongs
Still looking for a home
In a world where I belong
Switchfoot
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