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Well they tied that yellow ribbon round the oak tree. |
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They've worn out all the prayer in their hearts. |
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All along thought they were routing for the home team, |
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As they're sent to the game and torn apart. |
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With twists this turn a kid up on the pipeline, |
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He carries all the pain in the world. |
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As we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines |
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It's clear, on a losing streak from the very start |
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And that's where they found me, |
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In the cemetary. |
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A smoking gun in my hand, |
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Now I'm damned for the land of the free. |
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Sing with me, |
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The american scream. |
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They took that faded ribbon off the oak tree. |
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They've worn out all the hope in their hearts. |
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All along thought I was doing the right thing, |
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Now I'm lying in a pool of my blood. |
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And that's where she found me, |
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In the cemetary, |
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A smoking gun in my hand, |
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Now I'm damned for the land of the free. |
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Sing with me. |
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And that's where she found me, |
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In the cemetary, |
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A smoking gun in my hand, |
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Now I'm damned for the land of the free. |
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Sing with me, |
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The american scream. |
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The american scream. |
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And that's where she found me, |
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In the cemetary, |
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A smoking gun in my hand, |
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Now I'm damned for the land of the free. |
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Sing with me, |
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The american scream. |