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Phil Collins
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Cm7Children are Bb/Dbcrying
EbFighting for Fmfood
Eb/GHolding their Fm7heads
GmBreaking theiFmr bread wiBb7th a Eb5stone
All along the roadside
people are standing
watching the sun
shielding their eyes
Brushing the flies from their face
EbTell me,Fm7 what can you Ebsay Ab
Tell me, who do you blame
Like a mirror you see yourself
These people each have a name
All around the township
Young men are dying
(of) hunger and thirst
The well has run dry
The tears from her eye feeds her son
Tell me...
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Bbm7You can say you're pulling Ebback
Bbm7We see the pictures everywFmhere
EbBut what we don't see is what's
Going on Db/Ebbehind the closed doors
And Ab/Ebyou don't seem to Ebcare
Do you expect me to believe you
How can you really think
You can take your horse down to the water
Hold a gun at his head
And make him drink
Db/EbNo matter what youAb/Eb say, it Ebnever gets any Db/Abbetter
No matter what you do, we never see any change
People living without rights
Without their dignity
How loud does one man have to shout
To earn his right to be free
You can keep your toy soldiers
To segregate the black and white
But when the dust settles
And the blood stops running
How do you sleep at night?
No matter what you say...
What makes you so high and mighty
What makes you so qualified
You can sit there and say
How many have their freedom
But how many more have died
You decide to sit in judgement
Trying to play God yourself
Someday soon the buck is gonna stop
Stop with you and noone else
No matter...
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