| You never need, you’re American
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| You never take what you say seriously
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| You’re on the bed
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| You’re on the ledge of things
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| You’ve got it made
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| And when you wake
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| It’s all in vain
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| You never said you’d do anything
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| You made excuses for your mind
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| Objective goal and collective
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| Don’t you dare forget it
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| Don’t you forget it
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| Don’t you forget
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| Don’t do it
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| In the age of military
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| You are engaged with such fanfare activity
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| You let them do things as they please
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| In a grave, you’re accounted for
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| If you were red you’d be spoken for
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| Your color blue is gray
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| In the arms of the one you love
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| You feel safe, you feel so above
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| The hunger on the streets
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| With your safe
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| And your document in its place
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| Your money, your gun
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| Your conscience, sweet like honey
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| You forbade yourself to think
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| See where you are as you begin to sink
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| In your mirror, in your mirror
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| In your mirror, in your face
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| In your mirror, in your face |