| Night falls like the silence over Sudan
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| Where children run like the blood on the sand
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| And I can taste it like the dust that chokes this land
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| A government sponsored slavery plan
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| Lined up like cattle at an auction deprived
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| Of everything that you and I have ever known
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| All alone, wearing only the dreams of their far away home
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| Back to the market
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| Of endless profit
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| Impoverished in famine, set me free
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| A never ending cycle of slavery
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| A cowardly silence plagues our land, where children are stolen from the Dinka
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| clan
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| And I can taste smokescreen that chokes this land
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| A government sponsored slavery plan
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| Branded like cattle at an auction deprived
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| Of everything that you and I’ve ever known
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| All alone, wearing only the dreams of their far away home
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| Back to the market
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| Of endless profit
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| Impoverished in famine, set me free
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| A never ending cycle of slavery
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| I just want to close my eyes
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| I don’t want to agonize
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| Over people I don’t know
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| I was asleep until you woke me up
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| And now I see thee faces
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| Of these kids in foreign places
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| When I close my eyes |