(Music by Ivan Lins & Vitor Martins; Lyrics by Brock Walsh)
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Beneath the marbled halls of Pretoria
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There's the faintest sound rising from the underground
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Behind the prison walls poets fantasize
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Voices lost are found captive in the underground
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The dream is still alive, immune to their commands
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Bravery abounds steadfast in the underground
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Until the day arrives, children understand
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Father's safe and sound living in the underground
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Look to the days ahead
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Gather your prayers like roses
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Think of the life that waits after the battle's over
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Look to the land beyond you
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Out where the fields are golden
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There will be gifts untold, yes after the battle's over
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If I should not return, know that you are my pleasure
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Shelter yourselves, my treasures, until the battle's over
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The dream is still alive, immune to their commands
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We are pound for pound stronger in the underground
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The longer we survive the less they can withstand
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Time will turn around over to the underground
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10 miles from Soweto under a thorn tree's branches
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Shanty will be no longer after the battle's over
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Somewhere a breeze is drifting over a blue-green ocean
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There will be time for beauty after the battle's over
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Children, I must be going - cherish your mother's memory
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Now turn these words to ashes antes que seja tarde
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The dream is still alive, immune to their commands
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Time will turn around over to the underground
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The longer we survive the less they can withstand
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Time will turn around over to the underground
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Beneath the marbled halls where the power lies
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There's the faintest sound rising from the underground
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Behind the prison walls poets fantasize
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Voices lost are found captive in the underground
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The dream is still alive, immune to their commands
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Bravery abounds steadfast in the underground
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Until the day arrives, children understand
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Father's safe and sound living in the underground
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Notes From The Underground
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The Manhattan Transfer |