| and so tomorrow there will be another number
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| for the one who had a name
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| desert wind and a perverse desire to win
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| history buried in shame
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| all the beating drums,
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| celebration guns,
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| the thunder and the laughter,
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| the last thing they remember
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| all the beating drums,
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| celebration guns,
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| the thunder and the laughter,
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| the last thing they remember
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| and then the next day,
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| how will you know your enemy?
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| by their color or your fear?
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| one by one, you can cage them in your freedom
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| make them all disappear
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| six hundred sixty-six hundred sixty days
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| two guards for one uncharged
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| this morning’s papers, ink stains my fingers
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| my hands grow darker everyday
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| all the beating drums,
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| celebration guns,
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| the thunder and the laughter,
|
| the last thing they remember
|
| all the beating drums,
|
| celebration guns,
|
| the thunder and the laughter,
|
| the last thing they remember
|
| all the beating drums,
|
| celebration guns,
|
| the thunder and the laughter,
|
| the last thing they remember
|
| all the beating drums,
|
| celebration guns,
|
| the thunder and the laughter,
|
| the last thing they remember
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| good night, sleep light stranger
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| good night, sleep light stranger
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| good night, sleep light stranger |