| Holy this night that I pray
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| From the womb of my dying mother
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| The blood of her thigh reveals her shame
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| This scanning and screening my mind
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| Wasn’t born to cry my heart out
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| Is this the last time we will hear
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| Our children cry out
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| Obscure the sky, obscure my eyes
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| From this world we could not hide
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| Will this pain we have be shed
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| Then I know we will make it together
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| Holding this breath that I stole
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| From a beam of light I followed
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| I can’t forget the things I’ve seen
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| Their dying for freedom in vain
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| While we all just watch and wonder
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| Is this the last time we will hear
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| Our children cry out
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| Obscure the sky, obscure my eyes
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| From this world we could not hide
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| Will this pain we have be shed
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| Then I know we wil1make it
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| Once I was born to look in the eyes
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| Of a world that was calling my name
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| Now I can’t hear
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| What of these millions
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| And this pain they must bare
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| Never to hear, never to see
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| For their shadows
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| For breaking the silence they kill
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| In cold blood that pours down on me
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| I wear like a crest when I recall
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| This vision that glows through the night
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| While I wish that I was dreaming
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| Is this the last time we will hear
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| Our children cry out
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| Obscure the sky, obscure my eyes
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| From this world we could not hide
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| Will this pain we have be shed
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| Then I know we will make it together |