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Geneva's gone, like forgotten songsIn a country sleeping warmly in the nightWe believe Exxon, and we play alongThe water getting blacker as we fightGeneva's gone, like a faded songAn extra-legal table-turning dreamWhere one record speaks and another diesWriting memos that are never as they seemWe will hear again in the years aheadYou've no memory of these many crimesBut these microphones tell of missing bonesAnd cameras capture weapons in your mindGeneva's gone, like a foreign songJust how many held you cannot sayAnd when organs fail, it's a small detailYour pious eyes are showing no dismayWe will hear again in the years aheadYou've no memory of these many crimesBut these microphones tell of missing bonesAnd cameras capture weapons in your mind From Letras Mania