| I thought i heard someone calling me
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| I’ve seen the pictures on TV
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| And i made up my mind that i’d go and see
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| With my own eyes
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| It didn’t take too long to hitch a ride
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| With a guy going south to start a new life
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| Past the place where my friend died
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| Two years ago
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| Down the 303 at the end of the road
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| Flashing lights — exclusion zones
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| And it made me think it’s not just the stones
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| That they’re guarding
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| Hey hey, can’t you see
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| There’s nothing here that you could call free
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| They’re getting their kicks
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| Laughing at you and me
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| As the sun rose on the beanfield
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| They came like wolf on the fold
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| And no they didn’t give a warning
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| They took their bloody toll
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| I see a pregnant woman
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| Lying in blood of her own
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| I see her children crying
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| As the police tore apart her home
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| And no they didn’t need a reason
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| It’s what your votes condone
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| It seems they were committing treason
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| By trying to live on the road |