| I have seen the diamond stylus,
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| Cut a groove from north to south,
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| Heard them calling from the islands for a better day,
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| One by one they tell their story,
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| One by one it’s just the same,
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| «They've taken our leaders,
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| And all their believers are paralysed,
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| And now we can’t turn back — somebody is watching you!
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| Don’t turn round — yesterday’s gone!
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| And even the children are waking at midnight in tears,
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| Didn’t anyone hear? |
| Mother, mother, mother…»
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| Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun,
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| Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun;
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| Looking out my bedroom window,
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| I remember early days,
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| When the shot that wounded millions took our breath away,
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| But now the shadow of a gunman,
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| With his balaclava eyes, is making the news,
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| Calling out the warnings on the telephone,
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| «You're in the line of fire — wish there was another way!
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| Line of fire — anything goes,»
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| And who is the winner, and what will the minister say,
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| At the end of the day? |
| Never, never, never, never!
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| Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun,
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| Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun;
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| This is bella soma, this is bella soma…
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| Mother, mother, mother…
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| Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun,
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| Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun,
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| Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun,
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| Hush child do not weep,
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| It’s only the sound of a world on the run,
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| You’re hearing the sound of a gun. |