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Where is your freedom |
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Is it buried in the earth? |
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Tell me, is it growing |
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Or is it losing its worth? |
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And where were all your people |
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When they burned your building down? |
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Too busy fighting their own war |
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In their own town |
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Unring the bell |
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It's time, it's time |
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Take back what we had |
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It's yours and mine |
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Shadows of evil |
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Cast like giants on the wall |
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Do you even know |
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How many people you appall? |
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And where are all those people |
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On whose backs you climbed? |
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Too busy saving their own skin |
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And their own kind |
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Unring the bell |
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It's time, it's time |
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Take back what we had |
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It's yours and mine |
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New Jim Crow |
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Different shades of brown |
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Blood spills red |
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On ancient hallowed ground |
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Flying machines |
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Send missiles to the moon |
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While Babylon is burning |
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In the pale afternoon |
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Unring the bell |
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It's time, it's time |
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Take back what we had |
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It's yours and mine |
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Fake liberty |
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Is just another form of hate |
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Unring the bell |
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Before it's too late |
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Too late, too late |
