"I am in exile, a sojourner A citizen of some other place All I've seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror But I know, one day well see face to face I am a nomad, a wanderer I have nowhere to lay my head down There's no point in putting roots too deep when I'm moving on Not settling for this unsettling town My heart is filled with songs of forever The city that endures when all is made new I know I don't belong here, I'll never Call this place my home, I'm just passing through I am a pilgrim, a voyager I wont rest until my lips touch the shore Of the land that I've been longing for as long as I've lived Where they'll be no pain or tears anymore My heart is filled with songs of forever The city that endures when all is made new I know I don't belong here, I'll never Call this place my home, I'm just passing through. "
"In Exile" by Thrice
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