| America, blaring in my ears all day
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| America, I don’t see the glory of your ways
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| The oldest money flows through a bloodline
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| Let’s see if your empire stands the test of time
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| Don’t wanna
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| I don’t wanna
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| Be a slave to the sons of privilege
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| Don’t wanna
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| I don’t wanna
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| Be a slave to the sons of privilege
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| Sweet lady liberty
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| You are lost, though you are free
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| And what hides beneath
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| Can’t tell the wolves from the sheep
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| America, grit and bear the resentment of the world
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| With all your ugliness and arrogant self-worth
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| Desperate to grease the gears of the hideous machine
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| They swine, they writhe and praise the infallible regime
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| Don’t wanna
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| I don’t wanna
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| Be a slave to the sons of privilege
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| Don’t wanna
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| I don’t wanna
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| Be a slave to the sons of privilege
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| Sweet lady liberty
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| You are lost, though you are free
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| And what hides beneath
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| Can’t tell the wolves from the sheep
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| Lost though you are free
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| In America
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| Lost though you are free
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| In America
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| Lost though you are free
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| Its time to justify your pride
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| In America
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| Its time to justify your pride
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| In America
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| Sweet lady liberty
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| You are lost, though you are free
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| And what hides beneath
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| Can’t tell the wolves from the sheep |