| Shadowed faces growing long on the sand
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| All disgraces in my native land
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| Sun goes up, sun goes down in the mountains
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| Whispering secrets of an untold story
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| We’re asking for answers into thousands of silent heartbeats
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| We’re asking for answers in the dark
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| Can you hear them crying? |
| Their voices lost in the fog and the fear
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| Something’s just not right on the highway of tears
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| I woke up today and felt so ashamed of my country
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| Little girls and women never to be found
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| Somewhere out there in the cold cold ground
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| Why are we waiting, why aren’t we fighting to get to the core
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| Evil men hiding
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| Even men of the law covering up the story when we know there’s more
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| How can we turn our backs on what’s left of their families
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| How can we call ourselves proud in this cemetery
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| How can we stand tall
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| When we say we know the difference between wrong and right
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| Will the sun come up again
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| And show us the light
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| Little bones and the silence of a beaded history of abuse and power
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| This is our chance, maybe the final hour
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| Dead flowers on the highway
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| The highway of tears
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| Stand with your sisters, stand with your mothers
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| Stand with your daughters, stand with your lovers
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| Who were lost on the highway of tears |