You, you¡¯re not aware
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That we¡¯re aware
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Of your despair
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Don¡¯t show your tears
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To your oppressor
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Don¡¯t show your tears
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CHORUS:
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Try not to cry little one
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You¡¯re not alone
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I¡¯ll stand by you
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Try not to cry little one
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My heart is your stone
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I¡¯ll throw with you
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Isam:
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¡®Ayn Jalut where David slew Goliath
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This very same place that we be at
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Passing through the sands of times
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This land¡¯s been the victim of countless crimes
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From Crusaders and Mongols
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to the present aggression
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Then the Franks, now even a crueller oppression
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If these walls could speak,
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imagine what would they say
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For me in this path that I walk on
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there's only one way
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Bullets may kill, bones may break
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Still I throw stones like David before me and I say
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CHORUS
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You, you¡¯re not aware
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That we¡¯re aware
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Of your despair
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Your nightmares will end
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This I promise, I promise
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CHORUS
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Lenny:
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No llores, no pierdas la fe
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La sed la calma el que haze
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Agua de la arena
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Y tu que te levantas con orgullo entre las piedras
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Haz hecho mares de este polvo
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Don¡¯t cry, don¡¯t lose faith
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The one who made water come out of the sand
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Is the one who quenches the thirst
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And you who rise proud from between the stones
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Have made oceans from this dust
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Waqas:
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I throw stones at my eyes
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¡¯cause for way too long they¡¯ve been dry
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Plus they see what they shouldn¡¯t from oppressed babies to thighs
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I throw stones at my tongue
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¡¯cause it should really keep its peace
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I throw stones at my feet
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¡¯cause they stray and lead to defeat
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A couple of big ones at my heart
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¡¯cause the thing is freezing cold
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But my nafs is still alive
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and kicking unstoppable and on a roll
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I throw bricks at the devil so I¡¯ll be sure to hit him
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But first at the man in the mirror
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so I can chase out the venom
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Isam:
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Hmm, a little boy shot in the head
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Just another kid sent out to get some bread
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Not the first murder nor the last
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Again and again a repetition of the past
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Since the very first day same story
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Young ones, old ones, some glory
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How can it be, has the whole world turned blind?
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Or is it just ¡¯cause it¡¯s only affecting my kind?!
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If these walls could speak,
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imagine what would they say
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For me in this path that I walk on
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there¡¯s only one way
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Bullets may kill, bones may break
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Still I throw stones like David before me and I say
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CHORUS
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Try Not To Cry
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