| You don’t have the key to our voice
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| No control of free choice
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| You don’t know what’s best for us
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| Tides of darkness have come and gone
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| Millennia we’re on our own
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| Busy being self-absorbed
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| A battle of strength and greed
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| Nothing fits in between
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| We are not your servant
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| We won’t crawl to your feet
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| We will stand up and shout
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| Always against hateful speech
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| Fight! |
| Fight!
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| Find the key to your voice
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| And refund the light to the blind
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| Refuse! |
| Resist!
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| Reject the toxic twist
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| And return the tongue to the dumb
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| Centuries exploring our home
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| Busy sharing folk and land
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| Cohesion hardly maintained
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| No way to bear further blood
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| Just look into their eyes
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| They feel that they’ve been left behind
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| Mind open for alleged great ideas
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| Running into an opened knife
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| We are not your servant
|
| We won’t crawl to your feet
|
| We will stand up and shout
|
| Always against hateful speech
|
| Fight! |
| Fight!
|
| Find the key to your voice
|
| And refund the light to the blind
|
| Refuse! |
| Resist!
|
| Reject the toxic twist
|
| And return the tongue to the dumb
|
| Fight! |
| Fight!
|
| Refuse! |
| Resist!
|
| Fight! |
| Fight!
|
| Find the key to your voice
|
| Refuse! |
| Resist!
|
| Reject the toxic twist
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| Let the evil burn! |