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He was my brother
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Five years older than I
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He was my brother
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Twenty-three years old the day he died
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Freedom writer
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They cursed my brther to his face
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Go home ousider
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This town's gonna be your buryin' place
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He was singin' on his knees
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An angry mob trailed along
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They shot my brother dead
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Beause he hated what was wrong
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He was my brother
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Tears can't bring him back to me
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He was my brother
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And he died so his brothers could be free
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He died so his brothers could be free
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He was My Brother
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| Simon and Garfunkel |