La Demeure
Stereolab
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People are pressed,
Liberties crushed
Shouldn't it resound
Cry of our soul?
It is so faint I can't hear it
I know it's there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
Men could ask for happiness
They could ask for brotherhood
When we were not a lonely crowd
Natural was impersonal,
was non individual
Where strangers were not a threat
but more of a potential
Public space was wide open
The relevance was action
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Beyond the cry,
lies the meaning
Common language
of belonging
It is throttled, it is confused
Has to be there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere...