| Brought-to shores across the sea
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| He dreamt it was his fate
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| Fought-to set an order pure
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| Facist world of hate
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| Pray — for outcasts sent to die
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| They have no hearts to fight
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| Pay — the dues you owe yourself
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| To free them on this night
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| A gasious rain falls down to stop the ones
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| Who speak the truth but lack the voice of guns
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| And they die
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| Try-to stop the man in charge
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| He fills our mind in fear
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| Cry-for those who’ve already died
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| Their killers won’t shed a tear
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| Night-has fallen premature
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| Darkness shades the land
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| Fight-for one last chance to live
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| And crush the killer’s hand |