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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go from here? |
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They boarded up the synagogues |
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Uzi's on a street corner |
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You can't take a photograph |
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Of Uzi's on a street corner |
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The DJ resigned today |
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They wouldn't let him have his say |
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Surface scratched where the needles play |
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Uzi's on a street corner |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Terror in Rue De St. Dennis |
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Murder on the periphery |
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Someone else in someone else's pocket |
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Christ knows, I don't know how to stop it |
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Poppies at the cenotaph |
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The cynics can't afford to laugh |
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I heard in on the telegraph |
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There's Uzi's on a street corner |
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Where do we go from here? |
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Where do we go from here? |
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The more I see, the more I hear |
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The more I find fewer answers |
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I close my mind, I shout it out |
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But you know it's getting harder |
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To me calm down, to reason out |
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To come to terms with what it's all about |
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I'm uptight, can't sleep at night |
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I can't pretend every thing's alright |
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My ideals, my sanity |
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They seem to be deserting me |
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But to stand up and fight |
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I know we have six million reasons |
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They're burning down the synagogues |
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Uzi's on a street corner |
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The heralds of the holocaust |
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Uzi's on a street corner |
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The silence never louder than now |
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How quickly we forgot our vows |
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This resurrection we can't allow |
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Uzi's on a street corner |
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Where do we go from here? |
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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 sippin' iced, white Russian |
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Trying to score, but nobody's pushin' |
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And everyone looks at everyone's faces searching for signs |
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And prayin' for traces of a conscience in residence |
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Are we sittin' on a barbed wire fence? |
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Racin' the clouds home, racin' the clouds home |
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We place our faith in human rights |
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In the paper wars, tie the red tape tight |
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I know that I would rather be |
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Out of this conspiracy |
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In the gulags and internment camps |
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Frozen faces in nameless ranks |
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I know that they would rather be |
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Standing here beside me |
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Racin' the clouds home, racin' the clouds home |
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You can shut your eyes, you can hide it away |
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It's gonna come back another day |
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Racin' the clouds home |
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Are we racin' the clouds home? |
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Racin' the clouds home |
