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             Something YOUVE HEARD SOMEWHERE

             YOUVE SEEN TOO REAL TO INGNORE

              YOUVE CHOSEN NOT TO BELIEVE

              FROM THE BLACK OF THEIR PAIN

              TO THE WHITE IN THE DUST THEY DIE

            

              WHILE EDEN LIES NEAR THE FREEDOM

              BROUGHT CHANGED HANDS WAS SOLD

              THIS HEAT OF LOVES HAS TURNED TO

              ICE COLD WE CANT DEFEAT IT LIKES



              FLAMES REACHING OUT FROM THE SUN

              FRON THE GARDEN OF LOVE BEEN BANISHED

              TOO LONG AND THE BALANCE WITH SHIFT

              BETWEEN THE WEAK AND THE STRONG ONCE



              THEY WOULD WOULD BEG AND THEY WOULD

              PLEAD BUT NOW THEY DEMAND DIVIDING BY

              THOSE THAT NEED AND THOSE THAT COMMAND

              THE FREEDOM BROUGHT CHANGED HANDS WAS SOLD

              THIS HEAT OF LOVE HAS TURNED ICE COLD

              AND WE NEVER LEARN BUT WE KNOW TOO WELL

              

              HEAVEN DIED AND GONE TO ELL

              NOW YOU WATCH BUT YOU SHOULD

              HAVE RUN LIKE FLAMES THAT LEAP

              FROM THE FACE OF THE SUN

              AND YOU DREAM THAT YOURE FREE

              BUT YOU''LL AWAKE TOO MUCH TOO

                       .  LATE

              

              WRITTEN and Sung by Blondie