| Young girl in a darkened room, crying all alone
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| Forced upon by her captors, so far from her home
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| While in another country, a rich man counts his take
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| He cares not for the lifes he ruins
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| Why can’t we make a world where there’s
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| No more… Human trafficking
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| No more… Hunger and lies
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| No more… Crime and poverty
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| If we would heed the cries and unbind the ties
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| We all wanna be free
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| Break the barricades, open prison gates
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| We all wanna be free
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| Tear down the wall, we want it all
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| We all wanna be free
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| If we all stand together… We’re all gonna be free
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| In the scums of LA, a man with a habbit dies
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| Needle still hanging in his arms
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| Nobody cares of cries
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| And in a foreign country, a rich man counts his take
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| No remorse for the life he ruins
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| Why can’t we make a world where there’s
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| No more… Gangs murdering
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| No more… Pushers and lies
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| No more… Crime and poverty
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| If we could heed the cries and rebind the ties
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| We all wanna be free
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| Break the barricades, open prison gates
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| We all wanna be free
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| Tear down the wall, we want it all
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| We all wanna be free
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| If we all stand together… We’re all gonna be free |