| We stood in front of tanks at Tiananmen Square
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| From Berlin to Chiapas we are everywhere
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| And over the sirens of the police cars
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| You can hear us shout «The streets are ours!»
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| '69 Chicago ushered in a new age
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| We brought the war home with the days of rage
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| And over the sirens of the police cars
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| You can hear us shout «The streets are ours!»
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| In Seattle we chased out the World Trade Organisation
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| On Mayday we gave Winston Churchill a mohican
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| Kept the water for the people in Cochabamba
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| Demanded autonomy on the dawn of NAFTA
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| So send in the clowns, someone send in the clowns
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| The black bloc, the antiFA and the undergrounds
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| A big, pink, marching samba band
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| And we’ll take our own route that ain’t pre-planned
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| From the social centres and the Brighton Schnews
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| From Indymedia reporting our own news
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| Over the sirens of the police cars
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| You can hear us shout «The streets are ours!»
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| We threw the bomb at Haymarket Square
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| We fly the black flag everywhere
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| And over the sirens of the police cars
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| You can hear us shout «The streets are ours!» |