| Forever lost in comparisons
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| Between you and the better man
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| Yea you’re always so quick
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| To take a bow
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| I’ve got to laugh at your circus sympathy
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| And your postcard sincerity
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| Don’t you ever get tired
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| Of being yourself
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| It’s getting so hard to find you
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| As you fade into your world of reprisal
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| As you slip into the comfort
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| Of your denial
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| Your patriotic smile
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| Your go down in style
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| And you say that you’re not to blame
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| Yea you’re proud of what you did
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| And you’d do it again
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| All in the name of God and country
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| But that’s too bad about the little snag
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| Cause getting caught is such a drag
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| Even in the name of God and country
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| Still you’re all the same to me You’re just trying to make points on national t.v.
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| Yea you try to make points for God
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| God and country
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| You call this justice
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| I call this self-service
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| And I hope that I never find
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| What you call good conscience
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| Or peace of mind
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| As another man dies for God and country
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| Cause I’m sure while you’re sitting there talking
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| Well the bombs are falling
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| All in the name
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| All in the name
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| All in the name of God and country |