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Heard you sold your friend |
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Got a good price at the local store |
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You know he could've turned you in |
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Could have been you on the concrete floor |
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Jefferson roll over and tell ol' |
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Stalin the news |
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They got 'em locked up in |
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Castroland |
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Redefining abuse in shades of gray |
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Torture advocate |
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Got his dick up in a chicken hawk |
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Life is what he'll get |
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War president is a criminal |
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Still the years they go by, no charge or trial date |
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You're accused of whatever you confess to |
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If you don't confess you won't see the light of day |
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There must be another way |
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There must be another |
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The weather vanes are charging down the hill |
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In some quixotic calvary |
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And the war machine is shaking in its sleep |
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And the homesick ghost of |
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GeronimoA fear is taking all the absinthe there must be another way |
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Since Geneva's nearly drowned |
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Since the tinsmith was gagged and bound |
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Since the rich boys got away |
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Two shovels and a skull of the widower brave |
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Another indefinite detention |
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Another tradition saved |
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All hail the line of the crooked white chiefs |
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Whose father stole the bones from an |
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Indian grave |
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There must be another way |
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There must be another way |
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There must be another |
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Hey Geronimo |
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Hey Guantanamo |
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Hey Geronimo |
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Hey Guantanamo |
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Hey Geronimo |
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Hey Guantanamo |
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Hey Geronimo |
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Hey Guantanamo |
