| September '77
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| Port Elizabeth weather fine
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| It was business as usual
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| In police room 619
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| Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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| Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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| Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
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| The man is dead, the man is dead
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| When I try to sleep at night
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| I can only dream in red
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| The outside world is black and white
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| With only one colour dead
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| Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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| Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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| Hiromija, Hiromija
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| The man is dead, the man is dead
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| You can blow out a candle
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| But you can never blow out a fire
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| Once the flames begin to catch
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| The wind will blow it higher
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| Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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| Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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| Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
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| The man is dead, the man is dead
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| And the eyes of the world are watching you now
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| They’re watching you now, watching you now
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| Watching you now, watching you now
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| They’re watching you now
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| You gotta waken up, you gotta face up
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| I think you gotta open up
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| The eyes of the world are watching you now
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| You gotta waken up, you gotta face up
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| You know you can never turn away
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| Never turn away |