| You come out in droves;
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| Protectors of an ancient code
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| You’d like to know
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| What would become of you and yours
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| If left alone
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| So, with that pride destined to find
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| Itself on the wrong side of history
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| You take arms
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| Did you cast a ballot or a stone?*
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| Did it cast a shadow on their home?
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| Let’s go
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| To a place I know where men can share a home
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| By now the world should know
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| That your factions and their
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| Romance with interference
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| They have no business in these homes
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| Did you cast a ballot or a stone?
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| Did it cast a shadow on their home?
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| Your slogans echo loudly
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| From Edmund Pettus Bridge
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| Would you tear up like you did when the Lovings wed?
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| I’d give so much to see your assaults laid to rest
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| Would they be mourned like the rightless ones you’ve vilified?
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| Because at their funerals
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| When the priest gives the flag to her partner, she still cries
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| Four years before the state gave them the right
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| Did you cast a ballot or a stone?
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| [* This line was found on the picket signs of those who protested California’s
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| proposition 8
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| This song is dedicated to all those who fight on for marital equality
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| In the United States and across the world.] |