Words, these words of freedom;
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A bequest, never to be silenced.
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A bequest, never to be silenced... silenced...
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In this world of lies, the truth - it means resistance;
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To make the masses see and sense their needs.
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He healed so many aching hearts, and wounds.
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And threw back the baseness - back to where it came from.
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Aspired from the middle, of his brothers;
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Charged this suffering and oppression.
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One single voice became a storm.
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His words and melodies - the weapon they fear, the weapon they fear...
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Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
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Threw back the baseness - back from where it came... from where it came.
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Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
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Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
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Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
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Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
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A bequest, never to be silenced...
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Nobody's chosen to suffer.
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Nobody's destined to rule.
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Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing.
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Fettered his hands,
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But not, not these words he wrote:
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These songs we'll sing!
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These songs we'll sing!
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Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
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Threw back the baseness - back from where it came...
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["Silence and screams are the end of my song." - Victor Jara.]
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The Weapon They Fear
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| Heaven Shall Burn |
