| One morning in June a noise shook the ground
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| And the people all trembled on their faces lay down
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| And the sound on the lips, of the world all around
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| Was the name of Hiroshima
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| The people lay wrapped in their darkening shroud
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| The last resting place of a people once proud
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| And the town that lay under that great mushroom cloud
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| Was the name of Hiroshima
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| Now the days passed away and the years they flew by
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| And those left remaining wished that they too could die
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| For the people left here are still living lie
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| In the shame of Hiroshima
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| So take heed to my words, put your weapons away
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| Make friends with your foes, let all have their say
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| Or we have once again, what happened that day
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| We’ll have another Hiroshima
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| One morning in June, a noise shook the ground
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| And the people all trembled on their faces laid down
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| And the sound on the lips, of the world all around
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| Was the name of Hiroshima |