| You might take my life
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| But you can’t take my soul
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| You can’t take my soul
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| You might take my freedom
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| But you can’t take my soul
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| You can’t take my soul
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| Whether it’s a cancer patient or assassination
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| Or I fought for emancipation
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| My intentions were pure, you can debate 'em
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| But no, never ever shook hands with Satan
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| My fans are amazing, I thank and praise 'em
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| When I die, don’t cry, just congratulations
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| A million more feet will stamp the pavement
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| With plans of changes, no exaggeration
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| We will not be ignored
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| You’ll be rocked with the force of the bombs that you dropped in these wars
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| I will not be bought
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| And I consciously thought it was wrong, so I constantly fought
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| Peace is something I would really adore
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| But we are at war so give me a sword
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| I’m merely a corpse, but still be assured
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| When you kill me there will be a million more
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| Born alone and die alone
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| Those words ringin' inside my dome
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| Best friends are the pen and the microphone
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| Roamin' until I find my way home
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| Turn my body cold but my soul is mine
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| Take a deep breath and I close my eyes
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| I will go when I’m supposed to die
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| But in death I will multiply
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| My back’s against the wall
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| But you can’t kill us all
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| Even if you take my life
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| Still we will survive
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| We shall overcome
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| And the tables will turn
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| Today I die as one, but as millions I’ll return
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| But as millions I’ll return
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| But as millions I’ll return
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| In these critical times don’t be really surprised
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| If I get victimized by Gideon’s spies
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| I sympathize with that Brazilian guy
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| On the tube, but we’re used to the hideous lie
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| Your civilians die — millions cry
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| Our civilians die — they’re militants, right?
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| How silly am I to be figuring why
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| The injustice is clear, and I feel it inside
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| Hear me in Gaza, here me in Glasgow
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| Hear me in Baghdad, hear me in Plaistow
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| Clearly they hear me from here to Chicago
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| Think things are all good but they aren’t though
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| Peace is something I would really adore
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| But we are at war so give me a sword
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| I’m merely a corpse, but still be assured
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| When you kill me there will be a million more
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| Born alone and die alone
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| Those words ringin' inside my dome
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| Best friends are the pen and the microphone
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| Roamin' until I find my way home
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| Turn my body cold but my soul is mine
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| Take a deep breath and I close my eyes
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| I will go when I’m supposed to die
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| But in death I will multiply
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| My back’s against the wall
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| But you can’t kill us all
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| Even if you take my life
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| Still we will survive
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| We shall overcome
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| And the tables will turn
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| Today I die as one, but as millions I’ll return
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| But as millions I’ll return
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| But as millions I’ll return
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| My people are bleedin'
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| So I’m readin' and seekin' the deepest of meanin’s
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| My demons are breedin'
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| In my sleep I can feel it, I need to defeat 'em
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| My temperature’s risin'
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| If tempted I’ll rise with the temper of Tyson
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| Resent all the violence
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| Cause of people with tension
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| It tends to divide them
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| The pen that I write with
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| Is better than a sword when I strike with the strength of a Titan
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| My friends are still fighting against all the tyrants
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| So then why would it end when I die then?
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| Peace is something I would really adore
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| But we are at war my pen’s killing your sword
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| I’m merely a corpse, but still be assured
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| When you kill me there will be a million more
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| Born alone and die alone
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| Those words ringin' inside my dome
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| Best friends are the pen and the microphone
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| Roamin' until I find my way home
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| Turn my body cold but my soul is mine
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| Take a deep breath and I close my eyes
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| I will go when I’m supposed to die
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| But in death I will multiply
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| My back’s against the wall
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| But you can’t kill us all
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| Even if you take my life
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| Still we will survive
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| We shall overcome
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| And the tables will turn
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| Today I die as one, but as millions I’ll return
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| But as millions I’ll return
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| But as millions I’ll return
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| You might take my life
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| But you can’t take my soul
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| You can’t take my soul
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| You might take my freedom
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| But you can’t take my soul
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| You can’t take my soul
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| You might take my life
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| But you can’t take my soul
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| You can’t take my soul
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| You might take my freedom
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| But you can’t take my soul
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| You can’t take my soul |