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Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their h eartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
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In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their h eartbeat, we hear their heartbeat
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Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their h eartbeats
We hear their heartbeats
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In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
See their t ears in the rainfall
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