| You say that you will carry the torch
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| You say that you will beat the winning drum
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| You’ll be there when the saints roll in
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| With a back made of rubber, half made out of tin
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| How many times does the snake crawl out of it’s skin?
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| You change your spots
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| But I will not…
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| You say you’ll put your trust in that old American flag
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| You say there is still no place like home
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| That you’ll still go to war when your papers come
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| Surrender your nerve to a gatling gun
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| Come back home maimed
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| Tell everyone you’ll be happy with the time that you’ve got
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| But I will not…
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| I will not follow!
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| I will not follow!
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| I will not follow
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| You say that you’ll wear the colours, blue and grey
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| You say you’ll wear the colours, black and red
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| You wear whichever colour shines most, bright so
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| You can shine like Blake’s eternal tiger in the night
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| You say that you will carry the torch
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| You say that you will beat the winning drum
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| You say that there is still no place like home
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| No place like home, sweet home
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| You say that everyone’s gotta change their spots
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| But I will not…
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| No, I will not
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| I will not follow!
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| I will not follow!
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| I will not follow!
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| I will not follow!
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| No! |