| As I looked out my window
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| At the clear blue sky
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| At the planes that flew so low
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| At the smoke that rose so high
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| The air filled up with dust
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| That blackened out the sun
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| And the politicians went on
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| About the new day that had begun
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| And when I looked at my calendar
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| Somehow I knew it would be so
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| It was on this day in Santiago
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| Less than thirty years had passed
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| And how clearly I remember
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| What the city had been like
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| Before that day in September
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| There were doctors on the sidewalks
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| Helping those in need
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| Students in the barrios
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| Teaching children how to read
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| There were milk trucks in the shanties
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| Driving to and fro
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| On this day in Santiago
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| I could tell you about the rallies
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| The whole city in the street
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| The President was speaking
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| And we all were on our feet
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| Allende was the future
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| Destitution was the past
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| The city was in motion
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| And things were changing fast
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| Just how fast they were changing
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| Only Kissinger could know
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| On this day in Santiago
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| We’d been striving for a world
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| Without a single cardboard shack
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| Where each woman, man and child
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| Could have the basic things they lack
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| It was socialism by demand
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| Elected free and fair
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| A society without need or greed
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| Where everybody got their share
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| And then came Uncle Sam
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| With dictatorship in tow
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| On this day in Santiago
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| Anaconda Copper
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| And Nixon got their dream
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| A country torn apart
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| Ruptured at the seam
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| A fascist coup was what they wanted
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| And that’s just what they’d get
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| When they sent down from Fort Benning
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| General Pinochet
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| Lady Liberty
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| Hung her head down low
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| On this day in Santiago
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| They dropped bombs on La Moneda
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| With jet planes from DC
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| They killed five thousand people
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| In our city by the sea
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| A reign of terror started
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| When they cut off Victor’s hands
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| The rivers clogged with bodies
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| And our blood drenched the sands
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| And I remember wondering
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| Which way future winds might blow
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| On this day in Santiago |