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She says my ass hurts |
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When i sit down |
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She says my feet hurt |
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From just standing around |
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I think my body |
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Is as restless as my mind |
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And i don't know if i can roll with it |
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This time |
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Packed his uniforms |
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And drove him to the base |
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She was crying all the way |
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The world looked her in the face |
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And said |
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Roll with it, baby |
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Make it your career |
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Keep the home fires burning |
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Till america is in the clear |
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The mainstream is so polluted with lies |
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Once you get wet, it's so hard to get dry |
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We're all taught how to justify |
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History |
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As it passes by |
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And it's your world |
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That comes crashing down |
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When the big boys decide |
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To throw their weight around |
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But just roll with it baby |
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Make it your career |
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Keep the home fires burning |
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Till america is in the clear |
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What if the enemy |
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Isn't in a distant land |
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What if the enemy lies behind |
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The voice of command |
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The sound of war |
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Is a child's cry |
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Behind tinted windows, |
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They just drive by |
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All i know is that those |
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Who are going to be killed |
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Aren't those who preside |
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On capitol hill |
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I told him, |
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Don't fill the front lines |
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Of their war |
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Those assholes aren't worth dying for |
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But he said |
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Roll with it, baby |
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Make it your career |
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Keep the home fires burning |
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Till america is in the clear |
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She says my ass hurts |
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When i sit down |
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She says my feet hurt |
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From just standing around |
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I think my body is as restless as my mind |
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And i'm not gonna roll with it this time |
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No, i'm not gonna roll with it this time |
