Emigrant song
1.Escape from local misery into another misery,
What’s the use?
The grass isn’t always greener the streets aren’t any cleaner,
Tell the truth.
2.Escape from a small salary into a lavish gallery,
Ain’t in strange?
From a smaller uncertainty into a fake stability,
Why the change.
3.You run away from a problem, but honey, it is you, not them,
What’s the deal?
Unless you’re running after gold instead of sleeping in the cold,
You won’t heal.
4.And maybe it will all end well,’cause really who am I to tell
Of your dreams,
It’s a pity to go amiss without knowing that nothing is
What it seems.
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