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Mid-October, sixty one, the french police were having fun
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Cutting down Algerians, breaking heads all over town
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Yet no-one saw, no-one knew and no-one dared to speak the truth
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200 dead became just two, sweep them in the river
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The witnesses were run to ground, put the bastards underground
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Round up every black in town who dared to show their face
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When the stars fall from the sky, when the world cannot make me cry
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That's when the scales will fall from your eyes
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And let you see the truth
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Boipitong in ninety two subjected to a murder crew
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Well trained policemen charging through
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A crowd that's armed with slogans
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Yet no-one saw and no help came, no-one wants to take the blame
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These people that you try to tame will get round to you later
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The protesters were run to ground, put the bastards underground
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Buried every black in town who dared to raise his voice
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Every day around the world the voice of truth cannot be heard
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Men and women disappear they have to live their lives in fear
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Yet something makes them stand and shout
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One day they will find you out
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Round up every fact in town and shove them in your face
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WHEN THE STARS FALL FROM THE SKY
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Stiff Little Fingers |