| There are those who suffer
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| And those who bleed them dry
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| And there are always those who just stand by
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| We ignore the horror
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| And we allow genocide
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| For selfish reasons we are content to close our eyes
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| We live by these words
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| «They come for them and not for thee.»
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| And when our time comes
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| There will be no one free
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| The world still won’t listen
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| Instead we turn our heads
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| After all it’s not us
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| No one here will wind up dead
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| And we take comfort
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| Genocide, we need not fear
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| Holocaust mass execution
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| Those things don’t happen here
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| Soaked in the blood of innocents
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| Baptized by the disease of man
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| In 1933 we watched them suffer
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| We left a generation to be damned
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| And so it goes, on and on and on again
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| Appease the demons
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| If there is no profit we will always refuse to defend
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| Someday can we break the silence
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| Before another ethnic cleansing breaks
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| Or will apathy again betray them
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| And disinterest decide their fate
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| Will we fail another generation?
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| Will we fail again? |