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August 20 1998 |
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Tens of thousands |
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Are condemned to die |
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While we danced and drank fine wine |
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They were screaming to an empty sky |
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Why? |
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Kill my mother, kill my father |
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What am I (left) to do |
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...but kill your mother, kill your father |
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God make my aim true... |
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Is anybody even listening? |
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Does anybody even care? |
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Why? |
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Cause the beat just goes on and on |
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And the terror never ends |
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Is anybody listening? |
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(can you hear the screaming?) |
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Does anybody care? |
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(can you hear the screaming?) |
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Is anybody listening |
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To the sounds of the innocent |
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Suffering, suffering, silently |
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Why? |