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Citizen Penn (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
01. Take Your Seats
02. Who’s Sean Penn
03. Pain and Purpose
04. January 12, 2010
05. Assembling the Team
06. Get in the Car
07. Supply Run
08. Civil War Medicine
09. Finding the Camp
10. Deciding to Stay
11. Our Hospital
12. In Transit
13. A Brief History of Haiti
14. Long Moan
15. Loaded Up, On the Way
16. They’re Gone
17. People Were Suspicious
18. Oriel
19. Searching Port Au Prince
20. Left Alone
21. Relocation
22. Miles of Rubble
23. Heavy Machinery
24. Miles of Rubble Reprise
25. A Dangerous Situation
26. Cholera Strikes
27. In My Country
28. The Gala
29. Year After Year
30. Progress and Hope
31. The New Boss
32. Morning in Paris
33. Haiti Takes Root
34. Back in Front of the Cameras
35. Disaster Response Mode
36. Morning in Savannah
37. The Bahamas Happens
38. Stone Soup
39. The Most Distant Daylight
40. Eden (To Find Love)
It's part of the attraction, you wanna be destroyed
I'm the spirit on the water, you're the formless void
When I heard your voice, at first I was annoyed
You woke me

From the beginning of time you had so little grace
After a while, not a freckle on your face
I was looking for a rhyme in time and space
And you broke me

You were walking 'round naked with your pants not on
At the gates of Eden with no sins to pardon
It was Adam, not Eve, who threw God out of the garden
You wrote me

Let's not get too clever with this stuff
What are you ready to give up

To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love

When you're climbing from the wreckage of a burned out star
Any old neon looks like the Carlton Bar
Asked where was I going, I answered
"How far you wanna go?"

American male, interior, night
The cigarette smoker's gonna find his light
If you repeat often enough wrong looks right
But deep down you know

The smooth will make excuses for the rough
Yeah, I know it shouldn't be this tough

To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love

Tell the oceans, tell the sun
Tell the weatherman, tell everyone

All the money junkies are running out of veins
If you're one of them yourself you've got no one else to blame
You don't need any more then you have
Except the shame of feeling torn

Between the hungry and the greedy, the honeyed and the needy
If you wanted you could see me, when you serve the poor, you free me
Slaves have grown accustomed to the weight of your chains
And your heads shorn

Your eyes will find the silence inside the hurricane
You know you must do something other than complain
We'll pray for mother earth, these are not more labour pains
Maybe you're being born

Out of the ash, out of the dust
The clever learn who not to trust
The genius of belief, is that we must
Take a chance sometimes on us

To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love

To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love