| Past my window, out in the street
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| Life makes short work of all I see
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| Men take the change from beggars
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| Tight bound in sheets
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| Red and blue, the useless sirens scream
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| Song of masses, passing outside
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| All inciting the fifth of July
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| When guns for hire open fire
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| Blind against the dawn
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| When the knights in iron took the pawn
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| You and I, out into the night
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| Held within the line that they have drawn
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| As I went they’re all beside us in silence
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| As if unaffected amid the violence
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| Ooh, are we also tamed?
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| I was in a river, as if in water
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| Wife, a son, a son, a son and a daughter
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| Ooh, are we also tamed?
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| I walked home, no words to say
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| Cassius, one month gone on his way
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| And who will lead us
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| And who remains to die?
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| By a thread, drop my head to cry
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| As I went they’re all beside us in silence
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| As if unaffected amid the violence
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| Ooh, are we also tamed?
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| I was in a river, as if in water
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| Wife, a son, a son, a son and a daughter
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| Ooh, are we also tamed?
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh |