| You can take the path, from our feet
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| Pull the rug out from under me
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| And can steal our song, erase these words
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| Quite our voice so it’s never heard
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| Oooh
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| As long as the mountains climb
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| And the stars hang high
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| They can take everything
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| But they’ll never take our fire
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| You’ll hear the sound of love
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| In the beat of our drums
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| They can take everything
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| But they’ll never take our fire
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| Oooh
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| Oooh
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| They will us build up, just to break us down
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| Bury each piece deep under ground
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| It’s always darkest just before the dawn
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| Light a match and we’ll all hold on
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| Oooh oh oh
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| As long as the mountains climb
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| And the stars hang high
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| They can take everything
|
| But they’ll never take our fire
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| You’ll hear the sound of love
|
| In the beat of our drums
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| They can take everything
|
| But they’ll never take our fire
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| They’ll never take our fire
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| They’ll never take our fire
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| They’ll never take our fire
|
| As long as the mountains climb
|
| And the stars hang high
|
| They can take everything
|
| But they’ll never take our fire
|
| You’ll hear the sound of love
|
| In the beat of our drums
|
| They can take everything
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| But they’ll never take our fire |