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(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley) |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go from here, where do we go from here |
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Where do we go from here, where do we go from here |
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They boarded up the synagogues uzis on a street corner |
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You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner |
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The dj resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say |
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Surface scratched where the needles play, uzis on a street corner |
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Where do we go from here |
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Terror in rue de st. denis, murder on the periphery |
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Someone else in someone else's pocket, christ knows i don't know how to stop it |
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Poppies at the cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh |
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I heard in on the telegraph there's uzis on a street corner |
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Where do we go from here, where do we go from here |
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The more i see, the more i hear, the more i find fewer answers |
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I close my mind, i shout it out but you know it's getting harder |
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To me calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about |
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I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, i can't pretend everything's alright |
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My ideals, my sanity, they seem to be deserting me |
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But to stand up and fight i know we have six million reasons |
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They're burning down the synagogues uzis on a street corner |
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The heralds of the holocaust uzis on a street corner |
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The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows |
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This resurrection we can't allow, uzis on a street corner |
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Where do we go from here, where do we go from here |
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We buy fresh bagels from the corner store |
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Where swastikas are spat from aerosols |
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I sit in the bar sipping iced white russian |
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Trying to score but nobody's pushing |
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And everyone looks at everyone's faces |
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Searching for signs and praying for traces of a conscience in residence |
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Are we sitting on a barbed wire fence |
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Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home |
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We place our faith in human rights |
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In the paper wars that tie the red tape tight |
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I know that i would rather be out of this conspiracy |
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In the gulags and internment camps frozen faces in nameless ranks |
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I know that they would rather be standing here beside me |
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Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home |
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You can shut your eyes, you can hide it away it's gonna come back another day |
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Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home |
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Racing the clouds home |
