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Holding up the in Belgrade
She lost her
the battle lines
And the telephone

A bell out
As they talk
Sixteen kids gone in a yard
The papers read, she shakes her
And I

In the darkest
Come the darkest
In the worst of

Close town for good, the plagues here
The skin from
All the way to the mouths they

Then they're clear
The boys try
And the judge

Get out you can, she tells me
You're time
fine

In the night
the darkest days
In the worst of

All right, now

the silent cry
To the eye
She waves

up the bank in Belgrade
I played a
When, how, did it soon, she said
Now we find a way to it down

The place smokes and the burns
And the world turning around
And around,
Around and it's me down

In the darkest
the darkest days
And the last rings out