| We stand in solidarity
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| We’re weary but we’re ready …
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| I grew up in the suburbs
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| I sing now for my supper
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| I don’t live the life of Riley
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| But it ain’t that far removed
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| A stranger to the struggle
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| I have never walked a mile
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| In your shoes
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| I grew up in the Eastend
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| I should have joined the union
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| Building cars in Dagenham
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| Instead I packed my bags
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| Landed in America
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| Settled down in Canada
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| I fly no country’s flag
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| Solidarity
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| We stand in solidarity
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| We’re weary but we’re ready
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| Pushing boulders up the hill
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| Let them have their towers
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| The next blue sky is ours
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| We’re in this fight to win
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| And we will
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| I worked in New Orleans
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| In 1966
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| Cleaning up the damage
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| After the hurricane
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| Rode the bus across the city
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| From Saint Bernard to Pontchartrain
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| I’ve been to California
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| The new one and the old one
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| You find your people everywhere
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| They open up your mind
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| They may be left of center but
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| They won’t be left behind
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| Solidarity
|
| We stand in solidarity
|
| We’re weary but we’re ready
|
| Pushing boulders up the hill
|
| Let them have their towers
|
| The next blue sky is ours
|
| We’re in this fight to win
|
| And we will
|
| Solidarity
|
| We stand in solidarity
|
| We’re weary but we’re ready
|
| Pushing boulders up the hill … and we will |