| Were you shaken, by the thunder
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| It will pass with the night
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| Don’t you be frightened my child
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| Rest your head here awhile
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| I must tell you about your papa
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| And the price that he paid
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| For speaking his heart out one day
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| They came and took him away
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| Fighting here is all that remains for us now
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| We’ve stopped trying to hide our hatred inside
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| We’re crying out loud
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| Baby we once were so proud
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| Jesus where are you now
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| Where have you gone desparecido
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| I hope someone remembers your name
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| Where have you gone desaparecido
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| How can they just turn their backs to our shame
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| Where have you gone desaparecido
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| I taste your blood in the roots of this land
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| Where have you gone desaparecido
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| Mi querido, only yesterday I held your hand
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| There’s a dark road no one speaks of
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| But we must live with the truth
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| It runs from the Plaza De Mayo
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| To the Rio Sumpul
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| They say someday, when we die, we’ll ride
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| Wild horses in a world without end
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| But what do we do until then
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| Standing here and staring straight into the lies
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| They can steal all we have
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| But never can they steal the hope from our eyes
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| Baby our heart must survive
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| How many times must we die
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| Where have you gone desaparecido
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| I see your face in every grain of sand
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| Where have you gone desaparecido
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| Mi querido, only yesterday I held your hand |