| I’m going to a town that has already been burnt down
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| I’m going to a place that has already been disgraced
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| I’m gonna see some folks who have already been let down
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| I’m so tired of America
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| I’m gonna make it up for all of The Sunday Times
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| I’m gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
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| They never really seem to want to tell the truth
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| I’m so tired of you, America
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| Making my own way home, ain’t gonna be alone
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| I’ve got a life to lead, America
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| I’ve got a life to lead
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| Tell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved?
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| Tell me, enough of thinking everything that you’ve done is good
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| I really need to know, after soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
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| I’m so tired of America
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| I really need to know
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| I may just never see you again, or might as well
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| You took advantage of a world that loved you well
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| I’m going to a town that has already been burnt down
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| I’m so tired of you, America
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| Making my own way home, ain’t gonna be alone
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| I’ve got a life to lead, America
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| I’ve got a life to lead
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| I got a soul to feed
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| I got a dream to heed
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| And that’s all I need
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| Making my own way home, ain’t gonna be alone
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| I’m going to a town
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| That has already been burnt down |