| As many workers fight to make their stand
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| And behind them every honest working men
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| In unity with each other and your friend becomes your brother
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| And in the tyrants heart will be a lesson learned
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| Give them hope, give them strength, give them live
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| Like a candle burning in the black of night
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| We’re all with you in our hearts and in our minds
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| And we’ll pray for the workers through their darkest times
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| And I know your hearts are made of a further kind,
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| And a riot stick wont kill your piece of mind
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| You can fight with all the spirit that you posses
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| Because your fight’s a struggle that is blessed
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| Give them hope, give them strength, give them live
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| Like a candle burning in the black of night
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| We’re all with you in our hearts and in our minds
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| And we’ll pray for the workers through their darkest times
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| The tyrant has no smile upon his face
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| Cause he knows that in his mind he’s in disgrace
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| The religion of union will take their breath away
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| Our time will come and then we will have our day
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| Give them hope give them strength give them live
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| Like a candle burning in the black of night
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| We’re all with you in our hearts and in our minds
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| And we’ll pray for our nation through its darkest times
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| Give them hope, give them strength, give them live
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| Like a candle burning in the black of night
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| We’re all with you in our hearts and in our minds
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| And we’ll pray for the workers through their darkest times |