| The throats roar in the demonstration
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| Thousands are the voices that shout:
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| no to globalization!
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| not!
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| no to globalization!
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| not!
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| no to globalization!
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| not!
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| no to globalization!
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| the sirens sound
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| It's all under control
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| An infiltrator among the mass
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| Incites to provocation
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| Whistles blow, there is an order to load
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| The crowd prepares, the battle begins
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| but something happens
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| A piercing scream is heard
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| assassins, assassins!
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| Voce the demonstration
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| But something happens, there is chaos, confusion
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| An anonymous fighter lies inert on the ground
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| And there it is, on the asphalt
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| The dead body, of a young libertarian
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| And there it is, on the asphalt
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| The dead body, of a young libertarian
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| The history repeats it self
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| Dario fo already wrote it
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| Accidental death of an anarchist
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| Accidental death of an idealistic young man
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| it was just coincidence
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| Everything has been a mistake
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| They manipulate press and television
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| And here nothing has happened
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| The silence good excuse
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| Everything is well orchestrated
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| let's call accident
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| To state terrorism
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| But there it is, on the asphalt
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| The dead body, of a young libertarian
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| And when you breathe, tears flow
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| For the impotence that tears my soul
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| The history repeats it self
|
| Dario fo already wrote it
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| Accidental death of an anarchist
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| Accidental death of an idealistic young man
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| A rose has been trampled
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| for being called freedom
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| And its red petals
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| They stain the streets of Genoa
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| you can imprison us
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| you can torture us
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| you can kill us
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| But you can never silence the voice
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| From to solidarity
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| Because again:
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| The throats roar in the demonstration
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| Thousands are the voices that shout:
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| no to globalization!
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| not!
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| no to globalization!
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| not!
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| no to globalization!
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| not!
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| no to globalization!
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| noo! |