Wind is in the east
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Stare at us eyes in wonder
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Like beggars at a feast
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We can't even, count the number
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What you gonna do?
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Send them table scraps we're leaving
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One who care are few
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Most spend there time, with useless meaning
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Dear father,
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Do you think that it will be alright?
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Tell me mother,
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Will we make it through?
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We make it through the hungry night.
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Somewhere in the west
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Gold teeth, but sometime is gleaming
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We know we are the best
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Even know, the beasts lie screaming
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We've got power to spare
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A new clear day
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Is dawning they say
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But tell us, don't you dare
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The piper has a price that we pay
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Dear preacher,
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Do you think that we'll see the light?
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Tell me teacher,
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Well we make it through?
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We make it through the darkest night.
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Two faces in the south
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The first one has a look of
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With fine words in his mouth
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His heart is black,
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As ghetto chimneys
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What you gonna do?
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To hide the shame,
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Contain their anger.
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What you gonna say?
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You walk the line, of constant danger
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Dear brother,
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You think we'll have to stand and fight?
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Tell me sister, Will we make it through?
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We make it through the longest night.
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Dear father,
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Do you think it's gonna be alright?
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Tell me teacher,
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Do you think that we'll see the light?
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Tell me brother,
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You think we'll have to stand and fight?
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Tell me sister,
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Will we make it through?
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Make it through the longest night.
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The Longest Night (Live)
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| Men at Work |
