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Behind the wall
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Last night I heard the screaming
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Loud voices behind the wall
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Another sleepless night for me
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It won't do no good to call
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The police
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Always come late
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If they come at all
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And when they arrive
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They say they can't interfere
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With domestic affairs
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Between a man and his wife
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And as they walk out the door
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The tears well up in her eyes
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Last night I heard the screaming
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Then a silence that chilled my soul
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I prayed that I was dreaming
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When I saw the ambulance in the road
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And the policeman said
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"I'm here to keep the peace
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Will the crowd disperse
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I think we all could use some sleep
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Behind the wall
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Tracy Chapman |