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Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh.

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When the sun sinks in the west, die a million people of the Bangladesh.

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The story of Bangladesh is an ancient one, again made fresh
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by blind men who carry out commands which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand,
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which say ,to sacrifice a people for a land. 

Chorus: Bangladesh...

Once again, we stand aside and watch the families crucified,
see a teenage mother's vacant eyes as she watches her feeble baby try
to fight the monsoon rains and cholera flies.

And the students at the university, asleep at night quite peacefully;
the soldiers came and shot them in their beds,
and terror took the dawn awakening shrieks of dread,
and silent frozen forms, and pillows drenched in red.