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They say you're in the blood so you're runnin' through whatever is in your veins...* |
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Sew the pages shut, sew the pages so the colors still look the same. |
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I say let 'em run, I say let the colors run through your Souther Hands. |
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And I could be a fist cause I wanna be an American... |
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We took the chains off... |
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But kept the rebels. |
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For the world, the flesh, and your devil. |
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Show me all your love, show me open all the calvary in my name |
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Raise it like a flag, raise it on the gallows if there's a price they'll pay |
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So give me all your grace, give me all the good you crown with your Southern Hands.. |
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And I could be a fist cause I wanna be an American |
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We took the chains off... |
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But kept the rebels |
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For the world, the flesh, and your devil. |
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Hate the hand on my heart, you swept it under the flag |
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You stoop so low.. |
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Smile, generals make the cross federal but my |
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God doesn't believe in America... ha ha |
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We took the chains off... |
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But kept the rebels. |
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For the world, the flesh, and your devil. |
