I get so blind, from all of these colours
Dressed up like kings and queens
but it don't mean a thing
A killer I'm not, murderers get caught
If I'm such a criminal then take me away!

Well I get so tired, of the word on the wire
It's all so black and white, but how quickly it fades
We eat food for thought, and forget what we've got
She was a prisoner, now an alien

Over the ocean, a world away
Ghosts from her home, asylum,
can't chase away

Oooooooooo...

Over the ocean, a world away
Ghosts from her home, asylum,
can't chase away

Over the ocean, a world away
Ghosts from her home, asylum,
can't chase away

Ahhhhhh...

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