There's many who talk of Freedom
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And we have some it's true
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But if you think it's fairly shared around
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Then you don't have a clue,
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No you just don't have a clue.
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Freedom oh Freedom while men are bought and sold
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You're free if you've plenty of money boys
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For freedom is like gold. Freedom is like gold.
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She's young and she's a mother
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Her man is out on the town
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Her life reads like a lousy book
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But she can't put it down
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No, she just can't put it down.
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Apartheid in South Africa
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Is everything that's vile
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In this land of inequality
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Slavery's in style
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Slavery's in style.
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Have you ever been in CND.
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And are you a union man?
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If you stood at the Mine in the picket line
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You may never work again.
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You may never work again.
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And the rich folk they have plenty
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While the poor folk they have none
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But who must die when the bullets fly?
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It's the poor man and his son
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The poor man and his son.
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Freedom Is Like Gold
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Andy M. Stewart |