| My personal revenge will be the right
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| Of our children in the schools and in the gardens
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| My personal revenge will be to give you
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| This song which has flourished without panic
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| My personal revenge will be to show you
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| The kindness in the eyes of my people
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| Who have always fought relentlessly in battle
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| And been generous and firm in victory
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| My personal revenge will be to tell you good morning
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| On a street without beggars or homeless
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| When instead of jailing you I suggest
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| You shake away the sadness there that blinds you
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| And when you who have applied your hands in torture
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| Are unable to look up at what surrounds you
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| My personal revenge will be to give you
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| These hands that once you so mistreated
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| But have failed to take away their tenderness
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| It was the people who hated you the most
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| When rage became the language of their song
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| And underneath the skin of this town today
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| Its heart has been scarred forevermore
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| It was the people who hated you the most
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| When rage became the language of their song
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| And underneath the skin of this town today
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| Its heart has been scarred forevermore
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| And underneath the skin of this town today
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| Red and black, its heart’s been scarred
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| Forevermore |