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This is your country, |
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This is your home, |
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Here is the house where you grew up alone. |
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The city streets, |
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you used to love, |
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are bruised and broken, |
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are black and blue. |
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On our TV's, miles away. |
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On our doorsteps with no reason why. |
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Take it back, take it back, take it back. |
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This is your country, |
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This is your home, |
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Here is the house where you grew up alone. |
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Remember this for what it was. |
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Take it back, take it back, take it back. |
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You want a voice, |
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but your voices sound like violence. |
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You don't deserve this life. |
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This is your country, |
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This is your home, |
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Here is the house where you grew up alone. |
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Remember this for what it was, |
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a bleak projection of absent minds. |
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You want a voice, |
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but your voices sound like violence. |
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You shout so loud but all I hear is silence. |
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The city streets that you show no love, |
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are bruised and broken, |
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because of you. |
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This is your country, |
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This is your home, |
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Here is the house where you grew up alone. |
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Remember this for what it was. |
