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Speak to me
    In a language I can hear
Building collapse
Nations crumble
   And I
     Hear nothing
For they speak
In the language of the ticking clock
  Their words
   Are those of marching boots
    And Bayonets
Speak not to me
In the language
  Of work
   And war
Speak to me
In the language children share
  As they play
   Under a clear blue sky
    Beneath a shining sun
In the language of the rain
As it falls
  On a tin roof
In the language lovers share
In the dark
  Still damp with sweat
   And Rapped
    In each others arms
Don’t speak
In the language of steal toe boots
  Or the Atomic Clock
Speak
In the language of roses
  Of beauty
   Of love
Speak to me
In a language
  I can hear

Description
Speak to me
    In a language I can hear
Building collapse
Nations crumble
   And I
     Hear nothing
For they speak
In the language of the ticking clock
  Their words
   Are those of marching boots
    And Bayonets
Speak not to me
In the language
  Of work
   And war
Speak to me
In the language children share
  As they play
   Under a clear blue sky
    Beneath a shining sun
In the language of the rain
As it falls
  On a tin roof
In the language lovers share
In the dark
  Still damp with sweat
   And Rapped
    In each others arms
Don’t speak
In the language of steal toe boots
  Or the Atomic Clock
Speak
In the language of roses
  Of beauty
   Of love
Speak to me
In a language
  I can hear