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I hear some distant drumbeat |
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A heartbeat pulsing low |
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Is it coming from within |
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A heartbeat I don't know |
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A troubled heart knows no peace |
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A dark and poisoned pool |
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Of liberty now lost |
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A pawn an oppressors tool |
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Oh my heart be strong |
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And guide when eyes grow dim |
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When ears grow deaf with empty words |
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When I know there's life within |
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A gunfire shatters silence |
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Where birds once sweetly sang |
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A mother cradles a child now dead |
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Now death where life began |
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>From the troubled heart of South Africa |
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Nicaragua's festering sore |
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The turmoil on the streets of China |
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Death crying out for more |
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Chorus |
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A change is slow in coming |
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My eyes can scarcely see |
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The rays of hope come streaming |
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Through the smoke of apathy |
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But oh my heart be strong |
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And guide when eyes grow dim |
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When ears grow deaf with empty words |
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When I know there's life within |
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May the spirit never die |
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Through a troubled heart feels pain |
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When this long winter is over |
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It will blossom once again |
