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Caleb Lionheart
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My God, my God! There's nothing left inside this heart
Except the memory of what we used to be.
Silence us? Bamboo is begging to call a bluff
In an attempt to re-educate me.
You can't create me in your image
Or imagine me as something you create.
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Dith Pran, you better scribble this all down.
Just because it's written doesn't mean that they'll believe.
Cambodian mud painted red as the setting sun
In an attempt to re-educate me.
You can calm a tongue by ripping it from a mouth
But you can't change my mind by muffling the sound.