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'tis of thee |
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They caught the last poor man |
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On a poor man's vacation |
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They cuffed him and confiscated his stuff |
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They dragged his black ass down to the station |
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And said, ok, the streets are safe now |
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All your pretty white children can come out and see spot run |
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And they came out of their houses |
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And they looked around |
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But they didn't see no one |
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My country 'tis of thee |
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To take swings at each other on the talkshow tv |
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Why don't you just go ahead and turn off the sun |
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Cuz we'll never live long enough |
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To undo everything they've done to you |
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Undo everything they've done to you |
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Above 96th street |
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They're handing out smallpox blankets so people don't freeze |
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The old dogs have got a new trick |
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It's called criminalize the symptoms |
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While you spread the disease |
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And i hold on hard to something |
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Between my teeth when i'm sleeping |
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I wake up and my jaw aches |
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And the earth is full of earthquakes |
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My country 'tis of thee |
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To take swings at each other on the talkshow tv |
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Why don't you just go ahead and turn off the sun |
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Cuz we'll never live long enough |
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To undo everything they've done to you |
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Undo everything they've done to you |
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They caught the last poor man |
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Flying away in a shiny red cape |
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They took him down to the station |
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And they said, boy, you should've known better |
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Than to try to escape |
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I ran away with the circus |
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Cuz there's still some honest work left for bearded ladies |
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Since they put everyone in jail |
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Exceot the cleavers and the brady's |
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My country 'tis of thee |
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To take swings at each other on the talkshow tv |
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Why don't you just go ahead and turn off the sun |
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Cuz we'll never live long enough |
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To undo everything they've done to you |
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Undo everything they've done to you |