| Freedom rings loudly now
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| Listen up, hear the sound
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| Of screaming as the shots ring out
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| That’s what freedom sounds like now
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| Beating drums, fathers' sons
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| Teach 'em well till kingdom come
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| Steal the daylight from the sun
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| That’s what freedom has become
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| Stand over the shadow of a man
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| Staring down his lifetime with blood stained hands
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| What had you planned to say?
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| Underground, out to sea
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| Bodies come to rest in peace
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| Fighting for the right for more
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| That’s what freedom has in store
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| Asphalt burns, unsoled feet
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| Vacant eyes in defeat
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| Lost the thread on every dream
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| That’s what freedom’s come to mean
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| Stand behind the handle of a gun
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| Staring down the future daring time to run
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| Like time could run away
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| Freedom’s glowing sadly now
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| Listen up, look around
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| Candles burn in memory
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| Freedom is a fading dream |