| A tempo a beat
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| In the moonlight in the streets
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| They were marching feet moving as one
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| They were heading to the sun
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| On the other side of the hill they saw its glow
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| In their bones a chill, in their bones a chill
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| It was a rhythm, it was a drill
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| In the moonlight beyond the hill
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| A tempo a beat
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| In the moonlight in the streets
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| They were marching feet moving as one
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| And they were heading to the sun, to the sun
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| On the other side of the hill they saw its glow
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| In their bones a chill, in their bones a chill
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| It was a rhythm, it was a drill
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| In the moonlight beyond the hill
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| A fiery performance an overbearing creation
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| A dance a revolution an end of a nation
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| It was for the sun
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| It was for the sun
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| It was for the sun
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| It was for the sun
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| We were marching we heard the drum
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| Every mother and child on the run
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| It was a tempo, it was a beat
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| A cold moonlight filled the street
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| We were marching we heard the drum
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| Every mother and child on the run
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| To the sun |