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SeptemAber '77, Port ElizabetDh weather fine
AIt was business as usual In poDlice room 619
AOh BDiko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
GHiroBmmija, Hiromija
DTheA man is dead, the man is dead
AWhen I Dtry to sleep at night I can only dream in red
AThe outDside world is black and white With only one colour dead
AOh BDiko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
GHiroBmmija, Hiromija
DTheA man is dead, the man is dead
AYou can blDow out a candle But you can never blow out a fire
AOnce the fDlames begin to catch The wind will blow it higher
AOh BDiko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
GHiroBmmija, Hiromija
DTheA man is dead, the man is dead
AAnd the Deyes of the world are watching you now
They're watching you now.
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