| What do we want? |
| Freedom
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| What do we need? |
| Freedom
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| United for our freedom
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| And fighting for our freedom
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| Can’t deny our freedom
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| Won’t deny our freedom
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| Is this what they call freedom?
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| Then what the fuck is freedom now?!
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| It’s about time we take a step back
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| And revisit the definition
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| Of what is meant by freedom
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| What will you do when you finally
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| Realize the contradictions?
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| And the rug on which you slumber
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| Torn right out from under
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| When and where our freedom died
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| «How could you dare to even question this?»
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| Gets repeated to no end
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| Now you’re hated, berated, because you desecrated
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| What others fought and died to defend
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| But now, another vicious cycle
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| That never seems to end
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| How many more shootings and beatings
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| Must keep on repeating over and over and over again?
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| What’s becoming impossible: peaceful protest
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| For us to exercise our freedom
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| Are you surprised by the violent revolution?
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| When denied our freedom!
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| Stand up and take a good look around you
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| This struggle for freedom
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| Stop supporting those who do not give a fuck
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| About you, you and your rights, your freedom
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| Wake up! |
| Do you feel like you are represented?
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| Or becoming overcome with rage
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| Are you free in so far as you are not
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| Locked up inside a fucking cage?
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| Stand up for your freedom now!
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| (This is what they think)
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| «You are free to do what you are told»
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| (This is how they feel)
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| Free to consume the lies that you are sold
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| How could you dare
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| How could you dare to even question this?
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| As the rug on which you slumber
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| Torn right out from under
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| Wake one day and wonder
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| When and where your freedom died
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| To wake one day and wonder
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| When and where our freedom died
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| Freedom died
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| When and where our freedom died
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| To wake one day and wonder
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| When and where our freedom died |