Deep inside the border
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Children are crying
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Fighting for food
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Holding their heads
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Breaking their bread with a stone
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All along the roadside
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people are standing
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watching the sun
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shielding their eyes
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Brushing the flies from their face
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Tell me, what can you say
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Tell me, who do you blame
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Like a mirror you see yourself
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These people each have a name
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All around the township
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Young men are dying
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(of) hunger and thirst
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The well has run dry
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The tears from her eye feeds her son
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Tell me...
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You can say you're pulling back
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We see the pictures everywhere
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But what we don't see is what's
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Going on behind the closed doors
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And you don't seem to care
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Do you expect me to believe you
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How can you really think
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You can take your horse down to the water
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Hold a gun at his head
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And make him drink
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No matter what you say, it never gets any better
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No matter what you do, we never see any change
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People living without rights
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Without their dignity
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How loud does one man have to shout
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To earn his right to be free
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You can keep your toy soldiers
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To segregate the black and white
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But when the dust settles
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And the blood stops running
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How do you sleep at night?
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No matter what you say...
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What makes you so high and mighty
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What makes you so qualified
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You can sit there and say
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How many have their freedom
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But how many more have died
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You decide to sit in judgement
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Trying to play God yourself
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Someday soon the buck is gonna stop
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Stop with you and noone else
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No matter...
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Colours
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Phil Collins |