| Denial
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| I will accept all the hate you sell me
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| Official
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| I will believe all the lies you tell me
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| I’m weak
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| But you know what’s right
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| You know what’s perfect for me
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| I’ll answer with weapons ablaze
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| I trust you implicitly
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| New rules
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| I like your rules—I'll gladly follow your lead
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| Dress me
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| In khaki and brown
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| Those colors look strong on me
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| Show me the enemy
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| You say he lives right next door
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| If you say so, he dies!
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| Now that the sky is burning
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| Lead me to war
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| Now, with a future uncertain
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| Lead us all to war
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| After the bullet has sped through our heads
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| After we sing songs in praise of the dead
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| We’ll sing «Hail to the Chief»
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| Lead me to your war
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| No shame
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| I feel no shame in becoming subservient
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| Guide me
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| Let me smell blood—the hound dog in me is hell-bent
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| Feed me
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| A diet of fear—keeping me loyal to you
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| I’m a child inside
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| Now that the sky is burning
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| Lead me to war
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| Now, with a future uncertain
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| Lead us all to war
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| After the bullet has sped through our heads
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| After we sing songs in praise of the dead
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| We’ll sing «Hail to the Chief»
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| But I don’t know how…
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| Paint the sand wet with blood
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| And satisfy my lust
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| Erase the history beneath
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| Our fear’s corrosive rust
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| Exsanguinate the infidels
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| And treat their wives as whores
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| I only need one sad excuse:
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| You’ve led us to your war
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| I’m true
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| Trust me, I’m true—red, white, and blue
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| Through and through
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| Your foe
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| I’m not your foe—I've spent my life loyal to you
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| Why me?
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| Now I’ve got questions with
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| Your missiles pointing at me
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| Too late—I die |