| From a house comes the sound of an infant crying
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| People stand and stare at the door
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| They dare not go in
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| Where a child lies sobbing beside a lifeless body
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| Trying in vain to awaken the mother within
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| This chain of death has so many faces
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| From the frightened man to the pitiful child
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| Where is our deliverance here?
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| Will this not pass over?
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| I won’t go back to Kikwit Town
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| I won’t go back
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| I won’t go back to Kikwit Town
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| I won’t go back
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| They would not give us my father’s body
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| The men in orange suits started gathering 'round
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| They asked the names of all who live here
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| As they threw him down in hole and burned his house down
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| What have we done to deserve this?
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| God’s wrath has surely come
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| He lets the devil walk among us
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| He lets death into our homes
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| Where is our deliverance here
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| From this demon loosed upon us?
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| Is it not enough we live in this squalor?
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| Is it not enough these sacrifices we make?
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| Are we not entitled to some mercy
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| On this short journey we take?
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| They said come down and answer all our questions
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| It’s best for all if I turn myself in
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| But I know as sure as I walk through that hospital door
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| I will never see daylight again
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| What have we done to deserve this?
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| God’s wrath has surely come
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| He lets the devil walk among us
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| He lets death into our homes
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| Where is our deliverance here
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| From this demon loosed upon us? |