| Man built the railroad, man got a move
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| Man put out a record, put a needle to the groove
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| Man been up, oh man been down
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| Now man don’t want no woman around
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| First they stole our language
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| Then they stole our names
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| Then they stole the things that brought us faith
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| And they stole our neighbors
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| And they stole our streets
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| And they left us to die on Rican Beach
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| Well you can take my life
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| But don’t take my home
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| Baby it’s a solid price
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| It comes with my bones
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| Now all the politicians
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| They just flap their mouths
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| They say we’ll build a wall to keep them out
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| And all the poets were dying
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| Of a silence disease
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| So it happened quickly and with much ease
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| Well you can take my life
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| But don’t take my home
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| Baby it’s a solid price
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| It comes with my bones
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| I may never see you again
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| I may never see you again
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| I’ll keep fighting til the end
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| I’ll keep fighting til the end
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| I’ll keep fighting til the end
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| I’ll keep fighting til the end
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| Til the end
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| Til the end
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| Til the end
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| Til the end
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| Til the end |