Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the wind, we hear their laughter
In the rain, we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
Ooooh...
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the trees, our sons stand naked
Through the walls, our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall.
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