| They’re boarding up the synagogues, uzis on a street corner
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| You can’t take a photograph of uzis on a street corner
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| The dj resigned today, they wouldn’t let him have his say
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| A surface scratched where the needles play, uzis on a street corner
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| Where do we go from here?
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| Terror on the rue de st. |
| denis, murder on the periphery
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| Someone else in someone else’s pocket, christ knows I don’t know how to stop it
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| Lay poppies at the cenotaph, the cynics can’t afford to laugh
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| I heard in on the telegraph there’s uzis on a street corner
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| Where do we go from here?
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| The more I see the more I hear the more I find the fewer answers
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| I close my mind, I shut it out but you know it’s getting harder
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| To calm me down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it’s all about
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| I’m uptight, can’t sleep at night, I can’t pretend everything’s alright
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| My ideals my sanity, they seem to be deserting me
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| But to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons
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| They’re burning down the synagogues, uzis on a street corner
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| The heralds of the holocaust, uzis on a street corner
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| The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows
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| This resurrection we can’t allow, the uzis on a street corner
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| Where do we go from here, where do we go from here?
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| We buy fresh bagels from the corner store
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| Where swastikas are spat from aerosols
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| I sit in the bar sipping iced white russians
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| Trying to score but nobody’s pushing
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| And everyone looks at everyone’s faces
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| Searching for signs and praying for traces
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| Of a conscience in residence
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| Are we sitting on a barbed wire fence, racing the clouds home
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| Racing the clouds home
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| We place our faith in human rights
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| In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight
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| I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy
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| In the gulags and internment camps
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| Frozen faces in nameless ranks
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| I know that they would rather be
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| Standing here besides me chasing the clouds home
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| You can shut your eyes, you can hide away
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| It’s gonna come back another day
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| Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home?
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| Racing the clouds home |