You declare you see me dimly through a glass which will not shine, though I stand before you boldly, trim in rank and making time. |
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You do own to hear me faintly as a whisper out of range, while my drums beat out the message and the rhythms never change. |
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Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. |
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You announce my ways are wanton, that I fly from man to man, but if I'm just a shadow to you, could you ever understand? |
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We have lived a painful history, we know the shameful past, but I keep on marching forward, and you keep on coming last. |
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Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. |
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Take the blinders from your vision, take the padding from your ears, and confess you've heard me crying, and admit you've seen my tears. |
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Hear the tempo so compelling, hear the blood throb through my veins. Yes, my drums are beating nightly, and the rhythms never change. |
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Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. |