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The battle had been raging |
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For how long it's hard to say |
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We were there to tell the story |
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Of the slaughter, come what may |
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We didn't hide behind the lines |
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We reported on the crimes |
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For BBC, Telemundo |
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And the Sunday Times |
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They said we were in danger |
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Bearing witness to the war |
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A half dozen had just been killed |
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In the days before |
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Then came the day they bombed Jazeera |
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And Abu Dhabi TV there as well |
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At the same time they took aim |
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And shelled the Palestine Hotel |
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Four journalists were murdered |
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In a single day |
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And then our own Prime Minister |
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Aznar was to say |
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There will be no investigation |
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Such a thing would not make sense |
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It was just a tragic accident |
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So at his next press conference |
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Aznar approached the podium |
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To give a national address |
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Gathered all around him |
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The men and women of the press |
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He opened his mouth |
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We put our cameras on the floor |
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Dropped our notebooks, turned our backs |
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And walked right out the door |
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(Chorus) |
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We marched down the street |
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And left our cameras where they lay |
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'Cause all the news that's fit to mention |
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Is there is no news today |
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We were not imbedded |
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In your networked play by play |
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We were just reporters |
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Reporting day by day |
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We were trying to do our jobs |
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Bring the Baghdad street |
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Whether it was victory |
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Massacre or defeat |
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And those three missiles told a story |
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That's not hard to surmise |
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The Army has decided what's good |
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For the global public's eyes |
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These missiles weren't coincidence |
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Of this there is no doubt |
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And on that April afternoon |
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"Assessinos" we did shout |
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(Chorus) |
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What happens to the message |
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When the messenger is shelled |
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What happens to a nation |
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That says it's just as well |
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What happens when the imbeds |
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Are the last ones left alive |
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Is this your brave new world |
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In which our liberty shall thrive |
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(Chorus) |
