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Young girl in a darkened room, crying all alone |
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Forced upon by her captors, so far from her home |
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While in another country, a rich man counts his take |
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He cares not for the lifes he ruins |
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Why can't we make a world where there's |
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No more... Human trafficking |
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No more... Hunger and lies |
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No more... Crime and poverty |
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If we would heed the cries and unbind the ties |
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We all wanna be free |
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Break the barricades, open prison gates |
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We all wanna be free |
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Tear down the wall, we want it all |
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We all wanna be free |
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If we all stand together... We're all gonna be free |
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In the scums of LA, a man with a habbit dies |
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Needle still hanging in his arms |
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Nobody cares of cries |
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And in a foreign country, a rich man counts his take |
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No remorse for the life he ruins |
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Why can't we make a world where there's |
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No more... Gangs murdering |
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No more... Pushers and lies |
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No more... Crime and poverty |
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If we could heed the cries and rebind the ties |
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We all wanna be free |
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Break the barricades, open prison gates |
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We all wanna be free |
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Tear down the wall, we want it all |
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We all wanna be free |
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If we all stand together... We're all gonna be free |
