| To the classroom floor, a lifeless body falls
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| Where do you see the liberty and justice for all?
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| Another boy who felt left outside just too long
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| He took a gun in his hand, and made his final stand
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| What youths of the nation are dying for, is this the freedom worth fighting for?
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| The land of the free, hear the screams of broken dreams
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| The land of the free, tell me why, why can’t they see what’s going on?
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| In this bloody stream, they’re living their American dream
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| Lord lay to rest these troubled souls that died too young
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| Now they’re embraced by the grave, in this home of the brave
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| They’ve got blood on their hands, that can’t be washed away
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| One nation under God, they have their eyes wide shut
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| They’re selling their guns, corporates standing tall
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| And in every dollar, the bastards are hanging on
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| Open your eyes, the bodycount goes on and on
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| Wake up to the gunshots, and sirens' call
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| The land of the free, hear the screams of broken dreams
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| The land of the free, tell me why, why can’t they see what’s going on?
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| In this bloody stream, they’re living their American dream |