His fist clenched
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His fist clenched
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To take everything with the poor, there is only one desert left and the lips are thirsty
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Kill all his wishes, but the body has not been delivered
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Even without sanctions, happiness is not touched at all
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It is as if his homeland is a colony, no food is spent for the nation
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In the morning and at night, he owes money, he has to borrow at the end of the month
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He is standing in the street to somehow get his rights back
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These citizens do not want, they want slaves
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A voice cries from inside your cell and wants decades of murder and looting to end
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Tears have been shed for many years and no tears have been shed for gas
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Discrimination is rampant and they say that the rights of the people are not violated
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All rent
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You do not insist on having expertise
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All the countries are caged and say, "No one is imprisoned here."
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They strip everyone naked and say, "Why is this cover not Islamic?"
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Shouts
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Who forgets this crime?
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Jon is screaming when he reaches his lips
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"We are all together"
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His fist clenched
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His fist clenched
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These alleys have been washed with blood for years, but the number of casualties is small
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Kill all his wishes, but the body has not been delivered
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When the oil money is low, a hole is dug under the glass
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Worse and worse, everyone is rubbish and one is supposed to be God
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Do not make any decisions on your own, take off your clothes until your country's money is spent
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They say privacy, but the bullet enters the house and passes through the glass
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Your country is bleeding and the news of the killed is spread elsewhere
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The tulips are crushed under the shoes and the bloody shirt is carpeted under Aghazadeh's feet.
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The fire that is burning in the area is lighter than the people's duty
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The heart that is cooler than the corpse in the morgue
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The oppressed are killed, all 12 months of Muharram
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The sound of hatred explodes and they say, "These villains are armed."
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Shouts
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Who forgets this crime?
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Jon is screaming when he reaches his lips
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"We are all together"
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His fist clenched
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His fist clenched
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Too much imprisonment and death, this is not the end of the story, we have not reached the end of the story yet
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Kill all his wishes, but the body has not been delivered
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All German protests
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In the street, a slogan came and people became the enemy
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Extract and eat all natural resources
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There are only corpses left on the ground in the Sarben mine
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The officer picks up the pipe, wounding his target
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He goes to help despite the bullets in his side
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There is nothing to lose anymore
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Only humanity and its honor
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They are thrown in hospitals and the injured are stolen from the bed
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Likewise, they died for not having money for treatment
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Everyone is massacred behind locked doors
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They think that anonymous martyrs are always lost
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This is what human beings know for free
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Even atheists are forced to recite the verse of Yasu aloud
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Shouts
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Who forgets this crime?
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Jon is screaming when he reaches his lips
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"We are all together"
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I have to shout
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This is forty years of hell
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Every day I wait in prison for this boy
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They attack the police
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Shameless
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Follow people
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You are a traitor, you had honor, you had a bit of zeal
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Mom is shooting
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People by shooting, people by shooting, people by shooting
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They are shooting arrows
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Adam Kesha
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Do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid
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We will sue
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Come help her
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leave him
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Shouts
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Who forgets this crime? |