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Written by Fres Thao Produced by Chaochi Ly and Chuefeng Xiong Arranged by Chaochi Ly Guitar solo and additional instruments by Chaochi Ly Guitar riff by Chuefeng Xiong
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Peak #534
Peak in subgenre #25
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Fres Thao
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Fres Thao Music
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October 02, 2012
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MP3 5.0 MB, 160 kbps, 4:20
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Left the familiar to trek into the unknown Heard so many stories, had to leave the throne Home of the free, equal opportunity Soar high like THOSE who flew before me Leave the simple kingdom and start a new beginning Ready for smiling faces, open arms embrace us (Ready for smiling faces, open arms embrace us?) But they got us singing the blues Red, white carpet, celebrity me and you If had only we knew No sunrays, blocked off by the building tops Green grass too few, leave your native tongue tied Time the learn the new Yea, ill learn what you got to say You ain’t got to learn mine Ill learn your wrongs and rights Live life in disguise But every minute I’m here I hear the angels cry (every minute I’m here, I hear the angels cry) And they keep calling me to come home Now opportunity knocks Open up or we bust in the door Stop what you’re thinking Levitate OFF the floor Innocent no more, everyday life’s a struggle Gardening’s a chore, trade it in for a factory The good life seemed like it was just yesterday They all looking at me like I’m no human being I’m a laugh away from the pasture that seemed so green An ocean away it didn’t seem I had a place And now in a foreign land I seem to have no say Stay out of my site Living it by the knife The art, and cultures only way to survive Raggedy clothed Andy, standing out by the sideline Once was a king, no longer even a jester Uncle Sam’s welcome, turned to Uncle Fester’s A gesture of love, a gesture of pity Doesn’t describe this life, living inside this city So I -- sing to my brethren, take it in as a lesson You’ll get pushed, pulled, torn in every direction But stand strong, hold your head up and aim high (aim high) Its love that we carry, the reason we didn’t die It’s the hidden inner beauty, they’ll never take us alive And they keep calling me to come home
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