| Yeah
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| Shout to everybody
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| Who’s been on this trip with me
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| You don’t have to agree
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| But if you feel like me
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| Someone get this aryan a sheet
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| Time to bury him, so tell him to prepare to get impeached
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| Everybody on your feet
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| This is where terrorism and heroism meets, square up in the streets
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| This chump barely even sleeps
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| All he does is watch Fox News like a parrot and repeats
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| While he looks like a canary with a beak
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| Why you think banned transgenders from the military with a tweet?
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| He’s trying to divide us, this shit’s like a cult
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| But like Johnny, he’ll only unite us
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| 'Cuz nothing drives us inside like this fight does
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| Similar to when two cars collide 'cause our spirits are crushed
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| This spot’s a tight one
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| But here the jaws of life come to pull us from the wreckage
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| That’s what we get pride from
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| When we can’t wear stars and stripes
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| 'cause this type of pickle we’re in is hard to deal
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| But there’s always tomorrow still
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| If we start from the scratch like a scab for scars to heal
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| And band together for Charolettesville
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| And for Heather fallen heroes
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| Fill his wall with murals, Nevada get up
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| Hit the damn resetter, let’s start from zero
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| This is our renewal, spray tan get ride of
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| Get a brand new, better, America
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| And here’s to where we’re from
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| This is where it all began, all began (stand up)
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| Here’s to the land that made me
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| And made me who I am, who I am (hands up)
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| Here’s to the land that raised me
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| There’s home for the only place that really knows me
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| From the cracks in the road that drove me
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| There’s no place like home
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| Didn’t wanna piss your base off, did ya?
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| Can’t denounce the klan, 'cause they play golf with ya
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| You stay on Twitter, way to get your hate off, Nazi
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| I do not see a way y’all differ
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| And all you got a race card biggot, the swastika with your name carved in it
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| Should be your trademark, cause it’s all you played off
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| And you just took the plate off, so I guess it pays to feed off of chaos
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| So basically, you Adolf Hitler
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| But you ain’t ruining our country, punk
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| You won’t take our pride from us
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| You won’t define us
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| 'Cause like a dictionary, things are looking up
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| So much, got a sprained neck
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| Know we would rise up
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| Against this train wreck and take a stand
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| Even if it mean sitting when they raise the flag
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| This ain’t the Star Spangled Banner
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| This man just praised a statue of General Lee, 'cause
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| He generally hates the black people, degrades hispanics
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| Take it back to the Shady national convention
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| Wish I would have spit on it before I went to shake his hand at the event
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| Or maybe had the wherewithal
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| To know that he was gonna try to tear apart a sacred land
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| We cherish and stand for, so
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| Hands in the air, let’s hear it for
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| The start of a brand new America
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| Without him, and be proud of where we’re from
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| And here’s to where we’re from
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| This is where it all began, all began (stand up)
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| Here’s to the land that made me
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| And made me who I am, who I am (hands up)
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| Here’s to the land that raised me
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| There’s home for the only place that really knows me
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| From the cracks in the road that drove me
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| There’s no place like home
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| I won’t give up
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| I won’t give up on my home, that so many died for
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| You already know that I won’t give up
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| I won’t give up on my home, that so many died for
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| You already know there’s no place like home, no place like home
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| Wherever I go, no place like home
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| No place like home, no place like home
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| Wherever I go
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| This is where it all began, all began (stand up)
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| Here’s to the land that made me
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| And made me who I am, who I am (hands up)
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| Here’s to the land that raised me
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| There’s home for the only place that really knows me
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| From the cracks in the road that drove me
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| There’s no place like home |