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





(CHORUS)