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I'm packing up, i'm leaving this war torn place
I need a home where she can be raised safe
And so we go to the place of liberty
They were immigrants once, they'll empathize surely
They wanna come in
They'll never win
This is my chance
Get out of my country
You don't look a thing like me
Get out of my country
You don't bare a cross like me
Let us in, we need your help, won't you oblige
Can you not see the fear in her eyes
Just look
Just look
Just look
Just look
Get out of my country
You don't look a thing like me
Get out of my country
You don't bare a cross like me
Like me
Writer/s: Graham Davis, Dominic Parker