| The great flood of tears that we’ve cried
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| For our brothers and sisters who’ve died
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| Over fourhundred years
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| Has washed away our fears
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| And strengthened our pride
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| Now we turn back the tide
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| We will no longer hear your command
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| We will seize the control from your hands
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| We will fan the flame
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| Of our anger and pain
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| And you’ll feel the shame
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| For what you do in god’s name
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| We will fight for the right to be free
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| We will build our own society
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| And we will sing, we will sing
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| We will sing our own song
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| When the ancient drum rhythms ring
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| The voice of our forefathers sing
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| Forward africa run
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| Our day of freedom has come
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| For me and for you
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| Amandla awethu
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| We will fight for the right to be free
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| We will build our own society
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| And we will sing, we will sing
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| We will sing our own song |