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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 danceAnd 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 landsLove 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 dustAnd 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 landsWe are free, we are not alone
Listen to our sound
And take these hands of flesh and bone
Reaching out for loveDiscards settle where they must
Never knowing who to trust
And in these dreams that lie in rust

Ashes, ashes, dust to dustAnd 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 landsWe are free, we are free

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Mr. Mister was an american pop band of the 1980s. Richard Page had formerly worked as a session musician (e.g., for Quincy Jones) and had composed for Michael Jackson, Donna Summer, Kenny Loggins, Al Jarreau, and many more, when in the late 1970s, he and his childhood friend Steve George founded the band Pages (most notable song: I Do Believe in You) in Phoenix, Arizona, from which Mr. Mister was founded in 1982. The two continued to apply their tight harmonies to background vocals on albums by successful pop artists like Laura Branigan while working to break their own material.

Read more about Mr. Mister on Last.fm.


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