| A nation stands with heart in hand
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| To sing their anthem proudly
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| Voices raised to sing their praise
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| Of their hollow country
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| All this talk of freedom
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| And some talk of liberty
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| From your plastic podium
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| You try and convince me
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| I can’t fall anymore
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| For some silver-tongued song
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| Your freedom isn’t free
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| So let me say what freedom means to
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| I can’t see red, white, and blue waving in the air
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| I don’t hear the bombs bursting and I don’t even care
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| I’m sorry for my lack of faith
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| I’m not the greatest patriot
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| If this is all their is to freedom I don’t want it
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| I can’t fall anymore
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| For some silver-tongued song
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| Your freedom isn’t free
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| So let me say what freedom means to
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| Pushing us a drug that you call freedom and democracy
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| Promise us that selfishness is the means for happiness
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| I burned that bridge so long ago that I can hardly see
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| Anything but solace in what freedom means to me
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| I can’t fall anymore
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| For some silver-tongued song
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| Freedom isn’t free
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| So let me say what freedom means to
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| It cannot mean to serve ourselves
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| That doesn’t mean a thing
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| It doesn’t mean to give the license
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| To seek ourselves in anything
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| That would be slavery to ourselves it isn’t free
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| Jesus Christ, the only thing that freedom means to me |