Trace

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Trace
(Spilker/van Reenen)

Raise every freak who will murder for dirt
The word of our Lord, brothers, must be heard
You gave us freedom of one-station speech
And a very romantical death on the beach
Try to find quiet, seek to come away clean
Not only lean guys will prove to be mean

Chorus:
Home needs a range, have fire will bear
How to ban bad from within your own lair?
Silent and strange, strangeness and charm
‘I love you so’ and ‘Where do I arm?’
We are a firebase in a state of alarm

Raise every voice for the bird that can’t fly
But never to speak as murder goes by
People believe what they see on tv
I need to sleep, don’t you Winfrey me

Chorus:
Home needs a range, have fire will bear
How to ban bad from within your own lair?
Silent and strange, strangeness and charm
‘I love you so’ and ‘Where do I arm?’
We are a firebase in a state of alarm

Bridge:
Dontcha fool us, we was made with eyes to free
We rule us, if we only wish to be
Can’t shake us, we is absolutely free
But I lie awake at nights, feel the faces I can’t see
Need the places I won’t be
Have my fire walk with me
Seek a bleeding trace of me
A trace of me

Keep me posted, but don’t expect me