| We were raised by wolves
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| And we are still wild
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| And we howl when the troubled winds blow
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| And in the TV’s blue light
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| Oh, assassins will lie
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| If we would just go down slow
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| So don’t tread on me
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| For I am your brother
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| I was born with an American heart
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| And don’t tread on her
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| For she is your sister
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| She was born with an American heart
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| All the people you meet
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| Down in the streets
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| May be good but they don’t wanna know
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| So they cover their eyes, for
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| Who wants to be sad?
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| Life is sweet on the bottom of the sea
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| So don’t tread on me
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| For I am your brother
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| I was born with an American heart
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| And don’t tread on her
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| For she is your sister
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| She was born with an American heart
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| All the mothers will cry,
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| Fathers stay up all night
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| With a chill that goes to the bones
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| And if your God makes war
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| Then he’s no God I know
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| For Christ would not send boys to die
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| So don’t tread on me
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| For I am your brother
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| I was born with an American heart
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| And don’t tread on her
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| For she is your sister
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| She was born with an American heart
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| Don’t you get low as hell
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| When the peace dove is felled
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| By a man with the blackest of minds
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| And above the din
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| Let the sighin' begin
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| As we’re bound for the longest of roads
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| So don’t tread on me
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| For I am your brother
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| I was born with an American heart
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| And don’t tread on her
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| For she is your sister
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| She was born with an American heart |