On the edge of the city in the dust and the daylight
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There's a place where the truth cannot hide
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There's no hell and no heaven, no sense in believing
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All you have is your hope and your pride
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Rusting iron, bricks and paper, hold each other for shelter
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So you sleep and you call it a home
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You may just hear the sound of the ¡°Calm Before The Storm¡±
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In my heart of the country far away from the town
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Working day after day in the factories and mines
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And your name is a number and your colour is black
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It's the colour of midnight and coal
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Well, the young men are restless and the old men are tired
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Always working for nothing and being alone
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You can feel the heat of the ¡°Calm Before The Storm¡±
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Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky
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You can put out the fire but the flame won't die, ohhhh...
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You must see it blue and early at morning
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As the smoke settles slowly and the crowd clears away
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The shouting is over, they have nothing to say
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Nineteen voices of silence lying dead in the street
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Nineteen voices are still now ten thousand will fight
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And you might know the voice of the ¡°Calm Before The Storm¡±
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Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky
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You can put out the fire but the flame won't die
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Well, you can move a mountain and shut out the sky
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And you can put out the fire but the flame won't die
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Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm...
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Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm...
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Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm...
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Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm...
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Mmm hmmm hmmm...Mmm hmmm hmmm...
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The Flame
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