Cold November morning comes but 40,000 feel the sun
Of a new day that is rising in our hearts
Like an army with non-violent cause we march into the gaping maw
Of a system that would tear us all apart
The blue and green, the black and white, united, finally, in a common fight
Where silence ends up skewered on a pike
This beautiful, chaotic sight, people finally living out their bill of rights
Don't close your eyes, 'cause this is what democracy looks like
WHOSE STREETS? OUR STREETS!
We built them now it's time to take them back
WHOSE STREETS? OUR STREETS!
And they're never gonna push us through the cracks
WHOSE STREETS? OUR STREETS!
We are standing here by popular demand
WHOSE STREETS? OUR STREETS!
We The people gonna finally make our stand
Cut the phone and cut the lights, try and scare us into thinking that we've got no rights
Keep pushing and you're gonna force our hand
With hope and anger on our eyes, don't ever forget where the power lies
The only real defeat is not to stand
This is not the start, this is not the end, there's a movement rising and a world to mend
A world that we've been waiting for too long
We don't agree on eveything, there are many voices with which we sing
But this street's our stage and there's no way to disregard our song
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Buried in the lie, running out of time
Open up your eyes, with this battle cry
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