You know, we know what we are fighting for.
Run, run, run for your rights,
Raise your black gloved fists in the bloody dark sky.
No shoes, just black socks,
looking down the ground, facing down their eyes.
From China to Mexico, respect the Human Rights.
From the podium to the freedom,
support the Human fights and I'll be gone.
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