September '77
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Port Elizabeth weather fine
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It was business as usual
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In police room 619
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Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
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-The man is dead
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When I try to sleep at night
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I can only dream in red
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The outside world is black and white
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With only one colour dead
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Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
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-The man is dead
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You can blow out a candle
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But you can't blow out a fire
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Once the flames begin to catch
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The wind will blow it higher
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Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
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Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
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-The man is dead
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And the eyes of the world are
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watching now
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watching now
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Biko
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| Peter Gabriel |
