| My country 'tis of thee
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| Sweet land of liberty
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| How come I cannot see
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| My future within your arms?
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| Your love it drags me down
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| Into the underground
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| My country bleeding me
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| I will not stay in your arms
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| No not yet
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| At the Salvation Army
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| Making us all stand in a line
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| While Mommy and Daddy make up
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| And try to make up their mind
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| Oh the shame I felt
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| When those histories mentioned my name!
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| If only I could forget
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| But memory’s my favorite game
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| We cannot all have it
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| Well what I am I supposed to say to those other guys
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| So sorry but you only stood half a chance
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| Now it’s over and they’re walkin all over you
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| We cannot all have it
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| Well why is there juice dripping under your chin
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| When they have nothing why do you have something
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| When they have nothing
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| The worst thing about living a lie
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| Is just wondering when they’ll find out
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| I’ve got me, you’ve got you
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| That’s one plus one plus two
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| I never told you what to do
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| But then you put me in some box
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| I’ve got you, you’ve got me
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| Like a baby’s got a bumblebee
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| I told myself I’d have to jump higher
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| If I was gonna get over your shit
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| We cannot all have it
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| Well what do you want me to say to the others
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| Oh yes there’s a place for you
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| But that place is underneath the cushion of my behind
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| We cannot all have it
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| Well why did you say so!
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| With my eyes open how can I feel happy?
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| With my eyes open
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| If nothing of this is ours
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| How will I ever know when something’s mine? |