| My room is dark, and very small;
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| There’s a place to wash at the end of the hall
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| I hear strange languages through the wall
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| I hear them shouting in the street below
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| I listen now to anything, anything at all;
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| Just to keep the ghosts away, not to let them come
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| Lusala, she was the first to hit the ground
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| Running up the hill at the side of the house
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| One by one, in the screaming sun, my family fell
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| The air alive with bullets, and the smell of fear
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| Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back at all:
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| Their bloodied faces are here with me, now, in the room
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| Until the lights go out and the silence comes
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| Don’t fall asleep, don’t fall asleep, just keep on running;
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| Keep running, keep running, keep running, run, run, run. |
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