| In my house and on my street
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| I feel a movement beneath my feet
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| Coming closer, it’s almost here
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| A storm is gathering, handcuffs shackling
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| I won’t go easy!
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| A nation of millions gonna back me up
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| We’ll stand together and speak as one and say
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| Get your hand out of my pocket now
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| I am not a child
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| Don’t hold me by the wrist
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| We don’t need your permission
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| We’re just trying to exist
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| We are not your slaves
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| We don’t owe you shit
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| You feel that turning tide
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| But you can’t turn with it
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| For this land I will defend as long as I do occupy
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| I will protect the ones I love with all the love I have inside
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| Light a fuse, light a fire — Burn it hotter, burn it higher
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| Fuck you pig! |
| You’ll feel ashamed
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| You can’t stop this ever changing wind
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| You should know you’ll never hold back that wind
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| No no, it’s gonna blow blow blow
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| This old tired world is coming down and you’re going down
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| You’re going down with it
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| We will not be moved as we throw fuel onto this fire
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| You feel it burning everywhere — defend protect
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| And we are all like wind blowing out across this fire
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| Spreading out to every land — defend protect
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| And I will not back down and you cannot put out this fire
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| I belong on any land — defend protect |