| Everyday I wake up
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| Waiting for the day
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| When they send their fascist strong-arms
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| To come and take my home away
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| My home may not be much
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| But I built it all the same
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| And I’ll not let these bastards
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| Steal my home away
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| They refuse to hear our pleas
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| To compromise our position
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| Our only alternative
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| Is we leave this land of «freedom»
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| They keep smashing at our door
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| We will never fall
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| Our blood, sweat and dreams
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| Lay within these walls
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| We’ll just patch them up
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| Again and again
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| They label us dirty squatters
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| Junkies, political activists
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| I prefer to use the term humans
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| In search of peace and freedom
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| You’ve seen us on the news
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| You’ve heard about our struggle
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| Now’s the time
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| Unite
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| Fight back and win
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| We’re communities of people with nowhere left to run
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| Families with children
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| With nothing of their own
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| We work within the community
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| Helping out each other
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| Come along and meet us
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| See what self governments about
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| We don’t use bombs and violence
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| Peace and knowledge we select
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| But if they use violence to break us
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| We must resist to exist
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| My day has finally closed
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| My home is still intact
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| But who’s to say while I’m asleep
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| They won’t launch another attack
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| We’re ready
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| Are you?!! |