| Eager to burn old glory
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| But the colors are too faded
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| I’ve been abandoned by america
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| Or have I betrayed it?
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| We plant freedom in a foreign land
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| But you can’t reap the rights we’ve sown
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| With a working man’s hand
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| You don’t have the body
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| Quite like you used to
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| Before the military commissions act
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| Was voted through
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| And process is due to you
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| But when you’re charged with nothing
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| In the system there’s nothing that you can do
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| We are a new Rome and we cross a Rubicon
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| And back at home the republic’s all gone
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| As we wait for smoke to clear
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| What else do we have to fear?
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| I went neighborhood walking
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| And street corner talking
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| To call my people to action
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| But there’s no stopping them from shopping
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| Somebody slammed a door in my face
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| Somebody said I’m with you
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| But it’s too late to save this place
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| And he said I was once like you
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| And I used to protest too
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| But the powers that be are too great
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| So walk away from your rebel fate |