| It’s a simple as fear, just as stupid as hate
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| It’s as fragile as humility
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| It’s the way that we deal, what we truly feel
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| About everything we see
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| Rally 'round a cage or act your age
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| I gauge old messages scratched forever in a prison wall
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| We know what we’re capable of but don’t seem to care at all
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| Rally 'round a cage and don’t make a fuss
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| Rally 'round a cage
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| Who am I if I’m not aware that I’m one of us
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| It’s a question of trust
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| Rally 'round a cage, cringe at the paper then place the blame on «these days»
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| As if we don’t know what we’ve seen 'til we view it on the big screen
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| Understand it’s not getting any better and it’s growing outside
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| A price paid in full for the conscience that lied
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| All the billboards in the world can’t cover our eyes
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| I don’t understand
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| Don’t tread on me
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| But we act like we didn’t know, then kids shoot kids or community defies its
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| role
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| Then of course it’s everyone’s fault except anyone we might know
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| Tell me are the colors of the flag much prettier to see
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| When viewed from the requisite comfort of the knees
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| We’re the loyal little still singing out «please»
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| I can’t understand
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| Don’t tread on me
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| One little, two little, three little pink slips, four
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| Where «family values» are a value most can’t afford
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| Rally 'round a cage, to the new hit song
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| Rally 'round a cage, called «how could we be wrong»
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| Rally 'round a cage, c’mon do the goose step to a state-subsidized sing-along
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| With one side yanking a line called damage control
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| While groaning cuz they feel that the national razor went dull
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| But the other is a place I call home
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| Where solidarity is seldom shown
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| Where taxes paid is like spade to a dog with a thrift-store bone
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| This isn’t me, it couldn’t be, this isn’t me
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| It will never be |