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There's a shiver in the air |
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It's all too clear |
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It's a lament for all the world |
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No-one wants to hear |
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Behind unshakeable faith in god |
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In isolation |
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Safe behind the barricades |
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They call it homeland. |
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White arrogance |
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The only yardstick |
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White arrogance |
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All men are equal |
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But the whites are somehow better. |
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And in the camps they cry with rage |
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The white yoke cuts deep |
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And we just watch in on TV |
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What can we do? |
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We see the truncheons, the black blood |
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The silent cries |
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They live their lives down in the mud |
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We, too, are to blame. |
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White arrogance |
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The only yardstick |
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White arrogance |
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All men are equal |
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But the whites are somehow better. |
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Too cowardly to do a thing |
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Too cowardly to boycott |
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Too cowardly to do a thing |
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Too cowardly to boycott |
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Holding men in contempt |
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Shipping men like cattle |
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Holding men in contempt |
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Shipping men like cattle. |
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With brown eyes and black hair |
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It's difficult life |
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Here as much as there |
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There are different shades of white |
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We see the slogans on the walls |
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Cash changing hands |
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Be good to all your fellow men |
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Who gives a damn? |
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White arrogance |
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The only yardstick |
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White arrogance |
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All men are equal |
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But the whites are somehow better. |
