| You, you’re not aware
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| That we’re aware
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| Of your despair
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| Don’t show your tears
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| To your oppressor
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| Don’t show your tears
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| CHORUS:
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| Try not to cry little one
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| You’re not alone
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| I’ll stand by you
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| Try not to cry little one
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| My heart is your stone
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| I’ll throw with you
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| Isam:
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| 'Ayn Jalut where David slew Goliath
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| This very same place that we be at
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| Passing through the sands of times
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| This land’s been the victim of countless crimes
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| From Crusaders and Mongols
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| To the present aggression
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| Then the Franks, now even a crueller oppression
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| If these walls could speak,
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| Imagine what would they say
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| For me in this path that I walk on There’s only one way
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| Bullets may kill, bones may break
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| Still I throw stones like David before me and I say
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| CHORUS
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| You, you’re not aware
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| That we’re aware
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| Of your despair
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| Your nightmares will end
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| This I promise, I promise
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| CHORUS
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| Lenny:
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| No llores, no pierdas la fe La sed la calma el que haze
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| Agua de la arena
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| Y tu que te levantas con orgullo entre las piedras
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| Haz hecho mares de este polvo
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| Don’t cry, don’t lose faith
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| The one who made water come out of the sand
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| Is the one who quenches the thirst
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| And you who rise proud from between the stones
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| Have made oceans from this dust
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| Waqas:
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| I throw stones at my eyes
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| 'Cause for way too long they’ve been dry
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| Plus they see what they shouldn’t from oppressed babies to thighs
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| I throw stones at my tongue
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| 'Cause it should really keep it’s peace
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| I throw stones at my feet
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| 'Cause they stray and lead to defeat
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| A couple of big ones at my heart
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| 'Cause the thing is freezing cold
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| But my nafs is still alive
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| And kicking unstoppable and on a roll
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| I throw bricks at the devil so I’ll be sure to hit him
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| But first at the man in the mirror
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| So I can chase out the venom
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| Isam:
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| Hmm, a little boy shot in the head
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| Just another kid sent out to get some bread
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| Not the first murder nor the last
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| Again and again a repetition of the past
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| Since the very first day same story
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| Young ones, old ones, some glory
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| How can it be, has the whole world turned blind?
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| Or is it just 'cause it’s only affecting my kind!
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| If these walls could speak,
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| Imagine what would they say
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| For me in this path that I walk on There’s only one way
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| Bullets may kill, bones may break
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| Still I throw stones like David before me and I say
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| CHORUS |