| Rightful heirs to rights unknown
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| Oblivious to the merit
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| The parchment unwoven
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| No fortification, no security
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| Premonitions from the predecessors predicting that our freedom would eventually
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| be obsolete
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| What kind of man neglects his license to breath easy?
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| Ignorant fools place trust in the men disgracing sovereignty
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| When revolution is before us, privileged will finally mean its means
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| You force feed fear to the naive
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| Essential to the butcher, you fatten up the swine
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| A march from the stock yard
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| Defenseless, we’d walk the line
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| Crafted by creators of the land of the free
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| The artisans who fought for what was right
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| This is my right
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| There are many like it but this one is mine
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| To govern those who govern us
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| And I refuse to be the white flag waving at the end of the sights
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| Unconstitutional, you’ve left me with a reason
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| Vindication in the form of powder, plot, and treason
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| When revolution is before us, we’ll take it by its throat
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| Crafted by creators of the land of the free
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| The artisans who fought for what was right
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| This is my right
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| There are many like it but this one is mine
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| To govern those who govern us
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| And I refuse to be the white flag waving at the end of the sights
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| Powder, plot, and treason left me with a reason
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| Crafted by creators of the land of the free
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| The artisans who fought for what was right
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| This is my right
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| There are many like it but this one is mine
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| To govern those who govern us
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| And I refuse to be the white flag waving at the end of the sights |