| Everything’s gonna be alright boys
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| Help is on the way
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| Hold your head up high now
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| There’s no need to cry now
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| We’re not running anymore
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| Leave the politics behind boys
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| They’re not working anymore
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| There’s so much more at stake here
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| It’s make or break here
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| Haven’t we been here before?
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| Well come on!
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| Tell me what we’re waiting for
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| You gotta remember
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| You don’t have to be afraid
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| You still have the freedom to learn
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| And say what you wanna say
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| You gotta remember
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| Don’t let 'em take away
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| The land we call the home of the brave
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| Who sings the song of the people?
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| You don’t hear it anymore
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| I heard it late last summer
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| To the beat of a different drummer
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| It never sounded quite like this before
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| So you’re trying to shake this feeling
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| That trouble’s right outside the door
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| You lie awake each dark night
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| Like a time bomb wound up too tight
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| A storm in waiting, just offshore
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| Well, come on!
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| Tell me what we’re waiting for
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| You gotta remember
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| You don’t have to be afraid
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| You still have the freedom to learn
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| And say what you wanna say
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| You gotta remember
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| Don’t let 'em take away
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| The land we call the home of the brave |