| Apologies never sounded insincerer
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| Than when calling up a mother
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| Her bloody child on the battle field of war
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| While the pretty politicians
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| Lay their babies down to sleep
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| Not a chance in hell
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| Will that boy taste the blood
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| And the triumphant view of liberty
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| Stands firmly in New York
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| While the color of our oceans’s painted red
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| Well president I hope you found
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| What you went over looking for
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| Or is your plan to send us all
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| Until we’re dead?
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| Because one by one we will watch them die
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| In shallow graves our soldiers lay
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| Well NBC show us the blood on the country side
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| God bless, god bless the USA
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| If the document of freedom
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| Keeps us safely in our homes
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| Then its fine to sacrifice our brothers blood
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| 'Cause it ain’t my son that’s fighting in the war
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| Across the seas
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| Give 'em hell boys point and shoot
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| Their time has come
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| Because father son we will watch them die
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| Manifest destiny you paved the way
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| NBC show us the blood on the country side
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| And god bless, god bless the USA
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| Line us up
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| Give us guns
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| We’re trained to kill
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| The time has come
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| Let this war drain all our brothers blood
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| Pick up one by one we will watch them die
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| In shallow graves our soldiers lay
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| Well NBC show us the blood on the country side
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| And god bless, please god bless
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| Lord, god bless, oh please god bless the USA… |