Ellis Island by Mary Black. From the corner of my eye I see a tear rolling down At the time I couldn't tell whose tear it was If it was mine I should be glad That I still function in this cage But if it's yours it only makes me more lost To see a tear rolling down To see a tear rolling down This is the last call for Ellis Island These are the last words I'm ever gonna hear you say So goodbye.

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