Lyrics Colours - Clara Luzia
The
place
I
was
born
Is
nothing
that
I′m
proud
of
It's
chance
not
competence
So
put
away
your
flag
I
won′t
be
the
wind
That
makes
it
wave
Nations
and
gods
are
stories
we
keep
telling
They
are
long
gone
We
don't
seem
to
mind
Your
borders
and
passports
They
don't
identify
me
It
takes
more
than
a
line
More
than
a
sign
So
put
away
Your
colours
They
make
you
look
like
an
idiot
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