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Geneva's gone, like forgotten songs |
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in a country sleeping warmly in the night |
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We believe Exxon, we play along |
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the water getting blacker as we fight |
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Geneva's gone, like a faded song |
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an extra-legal table-turning dream |
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where one record speaks and another dies |
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writing memos that are never as they seem |
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We will hear again in the years ahead |
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you've no memory of these many crimes |
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but these microphones tell of missing bones |
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and cameras captured weapons in your mind |
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Geneva's gone, like a foreign song |
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Just how many held you cannot say |
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And when organs fail, it's a small detail |
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Your pious eyes are showing no dismay |
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We will hear again in the years ahead |
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you've no memory of these many crimes |
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but these microphones tell of missing bones |
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and cameras captured weapons in your mind |
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