Woorden: U2. Bootleg: Rock's Hottest Ticket. Mothers Of The Disappeared.

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Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down, taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat


In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
We hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat


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