(Jackson Browne)
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I come here for Dr. King
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Who gave the people a precious thing
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He found a light in the darkest hour
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And the strength for speaking truth to power
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And in the years since they shot him down
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You see changes that once were a dream
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Begin to come around
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When the walls have begun to crumble
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When the laws have begun to burn
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When the wind is singing freedom
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When the stone begins to turn
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And I come here to praise Mandela
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And to send this message to his jailer
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Your walls may hold the man inside
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But they'll never ever hold back the tide
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'Cause in the years you've shut him away
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A generation has grown where he stood
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They're gonna see the day
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When the walls have begun to crumble
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When the laws have begun to burn
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When the wind is singing freedom
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When the stone begins to turn
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We come here to sing for freedom
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And to send our voices to the ones who need them
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Freedom for South Africa
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And justice for Nelson Mandela
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'Cause in the years they've shut him away
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A generation has grown where he stood
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We're gonna see the day
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When the walls have begun to crumble
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When the laws have begun to burn
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When the wind is singing freedom
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When the stone begins to turn
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When The Stone Begins To Turn
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| Jackson Browne |
