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I was born on the shore where the storm struck The windows were boarded up tightly And I was carried on the mud of a flood That carved rivers right through this bright valley With both hands in my pockets And this story I was carrying I was born with the longing of a song Sung to lift onto freedom these weary And I'll be buried in the ground of this place As our histories paper my lined face With both hands in my pockets And this story I was carrying Where we all go for dancing Where we all go for fun Where we all go quiet in the end From Letras Mania