For all those feet in ancient times
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For stepping out of line
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Dragging time and tide
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Against the keepers of the past
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The flags of class and caste
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Limp upon the mast
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All your week you were someone's slave
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Today you're a free man
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If they tell you you can't
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Then you can
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You can, you can, you can
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You can, you can
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Walking high upon the hills
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Rough-shod against well-heeled
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A butterfly breaks upon the wheel
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A compass and a cap
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A sing-song and a scrap
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A dotted line across the map
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All your week you were someone's slave
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Today you're a free man
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If they tell you you can't
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Then you can
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You can, you can, you can
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You can, you can
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Every five-barred gate my home
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A place to call my own
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Stone to boundary stone
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For every footprint on the land
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The banners and the banned
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Who swayed the best-laid plans
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All your week you were someone's slave
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Today you're a free man
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If they tell you you can't
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Then you can
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You can, you can, you can
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You Can (Mass Trespass, 1932)
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| Chumbawamba |
