| How dark is the smoke that falls from the sky
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| And soaked in our blood are the feathers of time
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| How dark is the smoke that falls from the sky
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| And soaked in our blood are the feathers of time
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| More women and children were killed on that night
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| More than they could count when they threw 'em in trucks
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| Some children were kneeling, the saints were all calm
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| Machetes and gunshots reveal all the blood
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| O great cave of smoke, o children of stones
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| What beautiful birds will show us your road
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| The papers reported the stories we know
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| Yet silence is deep as the hundreds of souls
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| And the hundreds of hopes, and the hundreds of hopes
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| Of our people
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| How dark is the smoke that falls from the sky
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| And soaked in our blood are the feathers of time
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| How dark is the smoke that falls from the sky
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| And soaked in our blood are the feathers of time
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| How dark is the smoke that falls from the sky
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| And soaked in our blood are the feathers of time
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| How dark is the smoke that falls from the sky
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| And soaked in our blood are the feathers of time
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| Now everyone’s waiting and hoping for justice
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| But will there be goodness where men kill their own
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| Our wise people say that the mouth of the earth
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| Has swallowed her fruit
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| But the eagle and snake will stand for the truth
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| When the mother of corn has spoken
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| O axe of our fire, bring justice to life
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| For we know that power wants one sacrifice
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| And it wants sacrifice, and it wants sacrifice
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| Of our people
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| How dark is the smoke that falls from the sky
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| And soaked in our blood are the feathers of time
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| How dark is the smoke that falls from the sky
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| And soaked in our blood are the feathers of time
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| Of time
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| Of time
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| Of time |