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For the moment the horizon is on fire |
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Democracy rising balanced on a wire |
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Liberation, you can smell it in the air |
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Things are moving and the rich are all aware |
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Some will talk along the sidelines, others they will do |
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Me, I'll sing a song for Chavez before the coup |
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For the moment the airwaves are alive |
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On the radio the barrios have arrived |
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Cuban doctors in their thousands on the street |
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In the shanty towns they're pouring the concrete |
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The opposition whines that Venezuela is all through |
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Sing a song for Chavez before the coup |
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For the moment folks are learning how to read |
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The Constitution is the people's creed |
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From their back pocket they'll take it out for all to see |
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And their motto is death or liberty |
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There are those who will complain, mostly the privileged few |
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Sing a song for Chavez before the coup |
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For the moment the oil wells are flowing |
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And Citgo's profits know exactly where they're going |
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Feed the hungry, house those without a home |
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Give the tractors to those who dig sod and loam |
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Maybe he will meet the fate that Allende knew |
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But I'll sing a song for Chavez before the coup |
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For the moment the movement's on the rise |
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It's all happening right before our eyes |
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But turn on the TV and there's nothing they will say |
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If he's gone and we don't hear it did it happen anyway |
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If the future's to be ours I ask what are you gonna do |
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Sing a song for Chavez before the coup |
