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Eager to burn old glory |
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But the colors are too faded |
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I've been abandoned by america |
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Or have I betrayed it? |
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We plant freedom in a foreign land |
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But you can't reap the rights we've sown |
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With a working man's hand |
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You don't have the body |
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Quite like you used to |
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Before the military commissions act |
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Was voted through |
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and process is due to you |
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But when you're charged with nothing |
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In the system there's nothing that you can do |
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We are a new Rome and we cross a Rubicon |
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And back at home the republic's all gone |
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As we wait for smoke to clear |
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What else do we have to fear? |
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I went neighborhood walking |
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And street corner talking |
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To call my people to action |
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But there's no stopping them from shopping |
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Somebody slammed a door in my face |
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Somebody said I'm with you |
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But it's too late to save this place |
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And he said I was once like you |
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And I used to protest too |
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But the powers that be are too great |
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So walk away from your rebel fate |
