| Where is your freedom
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| Is it buried in the Earth?
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| Tell me, is it growing?
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| Or is it losing its worth?
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| And where were all your people when they burned your building down?
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| Too busy fighting their own war in their own town
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| Unring the bell, it’s time, it’s time
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| Take back what we had, it’s yours and mine
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| Shadows of evil cast like giants on the wall
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| Do you even know how many people you appall?
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| And where are all those people on whose backs you climbed?
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| Too busy saving their own skin and their own kind
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| Unring the bell, it’s time, it’s time
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| Take back what we had, it’s yours and mine
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| New Jim Crow, different shades of brown
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| Blood spills red on ancient hallowed ground
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| Flying machines send missiles to the moon
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| While Babylon is burning in the pale afternoon
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| Unring the bell, it’s time, it’s time
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| Take back what we had, it’s yours and mine
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| Fake liberty is just another form of hate
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| Unring the bell before it’s too late |