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I reach inside and I twist

I reach inside and I twist
my heart out of my chest and I
hold it in my hands.
It is beating for you
rumba rumba baby baby
rumba rumba
can you hear my heart
I can feel it beating for those children of war
who did nothing
to earn
a look at the blood in the street
who did nothing
to learn
of the sound of gunfire in the night.
rumba rumba baby baby
rumba rumba
for the soldiers who said I'll go
and went
and found not what they were seeking
only the
gunfire in the street
and the children

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