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God bless America, land that I love |
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Stand beside her, and guide her, through the night with the light up above |
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From the mountain, to the prairie, through the ocean white with foam |
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God bless America, my home sweet home! |
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Write your name, and spell it well |
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All good children go straight to hell |
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See what you saw, see all you can see, |
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As you get fucked by your own liberty now |
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If love is a taxi, the devil would drive |
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If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive |
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If this is a fuck, then I run for a mile |
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When I say baby, bruises are back in style. |
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God bless America! God hates America! |
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Know your name when you're in a rage, |
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Piss and shit lines an empty cage |
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The people look, they all stop and stare |
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At the little girl with the long greasy hair now. |
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If love is a taxi, the devil would drive |
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If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive |
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If this is a fuck, then I run for a mile |
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When I say baby, bruises are back in style. |
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God bless America! God hates America! |
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Know your name, and spell it well |
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Sign in blood, you might as well |
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See what you saw, see all you can see |
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As you get fucked by your own liberty now |
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If love is a taxi, the devil would drive |
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If hatred is English, then I'm speaking Jive |
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If this is a fuck, then I run for a mile |
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When I say baby, bruises are back in style. |
