| They herded us down to the station
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| Straight onto the cattle train
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| We ain’t been told our destination
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| But We know we won’t be back this way again
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| So tell me how, how in God’s name, will the saints ever find us
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| When the trap clicks shut behind us
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| They locked the doors and you and I
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| We were packed like sardines in a tin
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| There ain’t no room to sit or lie
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| We’re just waiting here for our journey to begin
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| So how the hell, in the good Lord’s name, will the saints ever find us
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| When the trap clicks shut behind us
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| Take care not to suffer in your own homes what has been
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| Inflicted on us here
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| Heed the lesson well and always remember don’t let
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| The memory dissapear
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| We rode for days in that railway car
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| No fod or water or light to see
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| And no one hears our scream and cries
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| When they take our lives They’ll set us free
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| So tell me how, how in God´s name, will the saints ever find us
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| So I’ll tell you now, and with no shame, that death will never bind us
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| When the trap clicks shut behind us |