Hey Mr.Pinochet / You’ve sown a bitter crop / It’s foreign money that supports you / One day the money’s going to stop / No wages for your torturers / No budget for your guns / Can you think of your own mother / Dancin’ with her invisible son / They’re dancing with the missing / They’re dancing with the dead / They dance with the invisible ones / Their anguish is unsaid / They’re dancing with their fathers / They’re dancing with their sons / They’re dancing with their husbands / They dance alone, they dance alone". Sting, They Dance Alone...CONTINUA...
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Hey Mr.Pinochet / You’ve sown a bitter crop / It’s foreign money that supports you / One day the money’s going to stop / No wages for your torturers / No budget for your guns / Can you think of your own mother / Dancin’ with her invisible son / They’re dancing with the missing / They’re dancing with the dead / They dance with the invisible ones / Their anguish is unsaid / They’re dancing with their fathers / They’re dancing with their sons / They’re dancing with their husbands / They dance alone, they dance alone". Sting, They Dance Alone...CONTINUA...
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