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No one knows our names |
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Lying here in these graves unmarked, with no name |
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Found you lying down by the roadside, half ways melted into the ground |
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Down into the ground |
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Come and lay me down |
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Beside you here in this ground, with five thousand more |
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with five thousand more |
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One fifty passed and the hunger is gone now the feeling remains but the people are stronger |
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I still hear you calling out today |
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I walk past your grave each night and each morning I still hear the voices of eight million starving |
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I still hear you calling out today |
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Descended from a line of famine survivors, millions escaped but how many died though |
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I still hear you calling out today |