.Chairs thrown and tables toppled,
Hands armed with broken bottles,
Standing no chance to win but,
We're not running, We're not running,
There's a point I think we're missing,
It's in the air we raise our fists in,
In the smiles we cast each other,
My sister, my broth.
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