| I’m Miss Liberty
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| Give me your junkies
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| Your irresponsible drummers
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| I’ve swept my house clean of clean
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| Your kitchen raiders your wingtipped dayrunners
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| Go plant your flags and make your
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| Promise to my promised land
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| And we’ll make love to the new frontier
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| In the hot beach sands
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| You’ll hold me like a drowning man
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| You come at me too human and then
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| Drag me down again and leave me
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| Broken like a spine
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| Split open like a melon that’s been
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| Dropped from a high, high place
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| Broken like a spine
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| Split open like a melon that’s been dropped
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| I like this country, she’s like a whore
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| Loves her junkies
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| Loves all her sad outlaws
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| Lifts up her skirt to tease and flirt
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| With the wretched who have washed up at her shores
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| When we die I hope someone’s god
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| Takes us in like immigrants
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| And we’ll make love in the leftover light
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| Of heaven’s tenements
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| You’ll hold me like a drowning man
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| And come at me too human
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| And then drag me down again and leave me
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| Broken like a spine
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| Split open like a melon that’s been
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| Dropped from a high, high place
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| Broken like a spine
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| Split open like a melon that’s been dropped
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| Yes
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yes |