The door slams, dust falls down between the cracks
  Some ran, some promised they'd be back
  Saigon all gone, ashes to dust, a solo dance, a solo dance
  
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  And when we leave, we leave our dust, we slap our clothes, we shake it off
  Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam
  Out of the dust reach tiny hands to touch their fathers in other lands
  
  Love is locked in these lost eyes, love is lost in these cold eyes
  And in these wounds too raw to touch, lie ashes ashes, dust to dust
  
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  We are free, we are not alone, listen to our sound
  Take these hands of flesh and bone, reaching out for love
  
  Discards settle where they must, never knowing who to trust
  And in these dreams that lie in rust, ashes ashes, dust to dust
  
  Chorus
  
  We are free, we are free