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These are the of our fear Show us the end of it is These are the echoes of our But let us end this curse at
Some people in the faithful statesmen, yes, indeed They're rich while they're selling death Now, don't you think too irresponsible?
In these days you've about Reduction of the race And this we have all won So go on guys and this line
No one believes when say That they could what they've made in the face of death
These are the of our fear Show us the end of it is These are the of our past But let us end curse at last
These are the symbols of our us the end of it is near Damn you, who feed the of hate For gettin' rich, soon too late
are the symbols of our fear Show us the end of it is These are the of our past But let us end this curse at
I think of what our world Is to become, I get scared Cause every in east and west Has got enough to kill all of us
selling nuclear material To developing countries, so that part of our hell, the atomic age The pestilence of our
These are the symbols of our us the end of it is near Now that the first step has taken