| We’re still waiting
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| For the day we’d call this home
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| The beating of our fragrant shores
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| It’s all we’ve come to know
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| They thought to cover them
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| The scars they left on those abandoned hearts
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| On that forgotten square
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| Do you still remember?
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| The crowd will take the streets despite
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| The waves will march on us tonight
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| They came to bury us
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| Underneath the notes we hung
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| We didn’t build this wall just to watch them tear it down
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| And in the sleepless hours the countless lights
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| We bridge the parasols with sign
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| Can it shield us from the fear
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| They won’t stop at choking or blinding us
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| We know that they’re out for blood this time
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| The number of the wounded is far too much
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| This may come to cost us every life
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| They came to bury us
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| Underneath the notes we hung
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| We didn’t build this wall just to watch them tear it down
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| We came with empty hands
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| Carried by out native tongue
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| They tried to break us all
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| But still we held our ground
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| You can’t take this back
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| So we will paint it black
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| The red they chose for us
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| Has never been our own
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| You can keep your lies
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| Give up the dead you hide
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| They won’t get away with this one
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| They came to bury us
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| Underneath the notes we hung
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| They didn’t build this wall just to watch them tear it down
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| We came with empty hands
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| Carried by our native tongue
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| They tried to break us all
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| But still we held our ground
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| No matter what it takes, don’t let them tear you down |