| You won't find these guys, brother
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| I searched, but I no longer hope
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| He wore a brown flared platform
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| And the Angela Davis hairstyle
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| Free Angela Davis!
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| From Angela Davis hands!
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| Give freedom to Angela Davis!
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| Give me freedom, bitches!
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| They beat him all at once
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| School, mentor, home
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| Why are you like this, infection
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| For you, bastard, the zone is crying
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| After all, you won’t be lost for a penny
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| He had a lifelong greedy courage
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| He wore a brown flared platform
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| And the Angela Davis hairstyle
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| Free Angela Davis!
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| From Angela Davis hands!
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| Give freedom to Angela Davis!
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| Give me freedom, bitches!
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| Free Angela Davis!
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| From our Angela's hand!
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| Give freedom to our Angela!
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| Well, give her freedom, bitches!
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| And they persecuted him for being eternally silent
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| And for being overly cheerful
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| And for the fact that he always strums on the guitar,
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| But does not know good songs
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| He was an eternal outcast, and always not good,
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| But he had this strange courage
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| He wore a platform and a brown flare
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| And the Angela Davis hairstyle
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| Free Angela Davis!
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| From Angela Davis hands!
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| Give freedom to our Angela!
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| Give me freedom, bitches!
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| Free Angela Davis!
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| From Angela Davis hands!
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| Give freedom to our Angela!
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| Well, give her freedom, bitches! |