| They say you’re in the blood so you’re runnin' through whatever is in your
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| veins…
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| Sew the pages shut, sew the pages so the colors still look the same
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| I say let 'em run, I say let the colors run through your Souther Hands
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| And I could be a fist cause I wanna be an American…
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| We took the chains off…
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| But kept the rebels
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| For the world, the flesh, and your devil
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| Show me all your love, show me open all the calvary in my name
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| Raise it like a flag, raise it on the gallows if there’s a price they’ll pay
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| So give me all your grace, give me all the good you crown with your Southern
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| Hands.
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| And I could be a fist cause I wanna be an American
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| We took the chains off…
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| But kept the rebels
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| For the world, the flesh, and your devil
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| Hate the hand on my heart, you swept it under the flag
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| You stoop so low.
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| Smile, generals make the cross federal but my
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| God doesn’t believe in America… ha ha
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| We took the chains off…
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| But kept the rebels
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| For the world, the flesh, and your devil |