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Silent Witness
UB40 The neon haze of city lights The tribal sound of marching feet The tired and homeless roam the streets Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The sirens wail the engines roar Lies cold and helpless on the ground A shadowed man just glances around A victim of life's mindless toil If they could move Bear witness on the nights The window dummies silent stare What it would proved To see them all take flight The tribal sound of marching feet Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The neon haze of city lights The tired and homeless roam the streets The people air their views The walls shout loud with angry words The poor can scream but noThe concrete jungle sings the blues |
