Chased by a throbbing chopper
Get the morning rolling
And then the silence of many people
Turning over in bed
Falling back to sleep
Just trying to have a life
I dreamed I was in a foreign country
And all my luggage and my passport
Had been stolen as vengeance
For some other family’s loss
I was trying to get to the police
A taxi would have been faster
Than rushing through crowds
Of never-ending streets
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