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I saw a man in my dream, calling out, in the Timorese language,
he was gripped by, an iron claw, defining the pain and agony,
he cried out straight from the heart.
Freedom for East Timor, nothing less and nothing more, freedom for East Timor.
Like the Yolngu people, calling out for a change, they fought for their rights,
not to be divided, same movement we hear, same feelings we share,
to see our own people dying, while our mothers are crying,
it’s been a cry, straight from the heart.
Freedom for East Timor, nothing less and nothing more, freedom for East Timor.
I’m a prisoner in my own land, why do one rule and others suffer,
is this justice? Is this justice? Is this justice?
Like the Chechens and the West Irians, they have one thing in common,
they are fighting for freedom, why do we have to surer,
just to live our life in peace, you can hear our cry,
it’s coming straight from our heart
I’m a prisoner in my own land,
why do one rule and others suffer,
is this justice? Is this justice? Is this justice?
is this justice? Is this justice? justice? justice
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dodał: Misiaqu
czytano: 1632 razy
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Anastacia : I do
Who are they anyway
With their sticks and stones
Don't they know that we know?
There's a chill within their bones
They blame and they mame
Make us feel so cold inside
But they cannot take us there cause we will fight
I think the-
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world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
Chorus:
Who wants a love without anger and rage?
I do
Who wants a world where a kid can be safe?
I do
Who-
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wants to pray for the end of the pain
For the calm at the end of the day
Where there's not always more of the same
I do
Wanna breathe
Wanna move
and not ever feel afraid
Wanna live in a place
Where the truth still find....
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