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Revision as of 17:08, 29 December 2009
A Tryker song from the time of the Exodus
I
Livin' on a shoestring, walkin' on a tightrope,
Waiting for the day to come
From out of a nightmare, I'm heading for the one hope
I'm leaving on the rise of the sun
Chorus
Gotta get out of here, find a way to leave
Not gonna take the easy way out, cause I've found something to believe
Gotta get out of here, find a way to escape
My thoughts are spinning though my aim is clear, opportunity awaits!
II
Pressure's rising, blood is boiling,
Sap is running low
Kitins are thumping, screeching and scouring,
I ain't stayin' in these lands of woe
Chorus
Gotta get out of here, find a way to leave
Not gonna take the easy way out, cause I've found something to believe
Gotta get out of here, find a way to escape
My thoughts are spinning though my aim is clear, opportunity awaits!
III
Hacking through the bush like a ragus tracker
I been huggin' this old road like a kin
Alone out here, lost my mektoub packer
And my soul's sure wearing thin
But as long as I live, I'll keep kicking along
Keep pushing till my blood runs dry
To the newfound lands, to the place I belong
I can make it if I push and I'll try
Chorus
Gotta get out of here, find a way to leave
Not gonna take the easy way out, cause I've found something to believe
Gotta get out of here, find a way to escape
My thoughts are spinning though my aim is clear, opportunity awaits!
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