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Bars


Bars, the social norm Keeping us in, keeping them out When will it end This nasty game they’re playing? But we wont back down, no The blood fueling our bodies with oxygen Is the same. We all feel the pain. The change is in the youth of today We are unstoppable, a tidal wave Hope love and justice follows our wake Eventually the time will come. These rights we’re after are civil Just the basic needs of man It’s common sense for everyone. Hand in hand, follow our footsteps The birds are singing in the cage No longer with clipped wings.
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