| The sun sets on the water as the twilight fades away
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| Here beneath my favourite tree I reflect upon the day
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| The mastermind, the patriot have claimed another soul
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| And while we made excuses someone’s hopes and dreams they stole
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| Whose child is this they’ve laid to rest
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| In an unmarked grave
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| Whose mother has gone missing
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| What’s the chance she’ll be saved
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| Joe said someone got murdered but you never blinked an eye
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| Cause that was in the ghetto and they probably should have died
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| But now the rivers running red and right to your front door
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| You can’t condemn the scapegoat they’re not guilty anymore
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| Whose child is this they’ve laid to rest
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| In an unmarked grave
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| Whose mother has gone missing
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| What’s the chance she’ll be saved
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| You’ve made them into stars that flash on your TV screen
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| You kill them for their skin tone but you know their money’s green
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| You’ve laid the guideline for the game to see who kills the most
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| A close up on the mother’s tears the killer gets the toast
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| Whose child is this they’ve laid to rest
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| In an unmarked grave
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| Whose mother has gone missing
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| What’s the chance she’ll be saved
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| Whose child is this they’ve laid to rest
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| In an unmarked grave
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| Whose mother has gone missing
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| What’s the chance she’ll be saved |