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I see you clinging, stereotyping |
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Just to feel comfort, just to belong |
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Desperate for meaning, to make sense of your life |
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Let me try to make you understand, you got it wrong |
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You're not gonna catch me waving flags over my head |
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Looking straight and standing tall |
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I refuse to build the wall by adding my own bricks |
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That seperate us all |
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I'd rather die than be a part of your pride |
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This ain't the homeland they've written books on |
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Never have been there, how would you know? |
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Following footsteps, that will get you nowhere |
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And living by some rules that were made up one hundred years ago |
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You're not gonna find me digging through my family tree |
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Just to find out who I am |
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I don't need to know that I'm linked to some murderer |
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To live on the same land |
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I'd rather die than be a part of your pride |
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So, it looks like I'll be here for a long time now |
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Some things are better left mysteries |
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Can't change the future when living in the past |
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So, do what you want and I'll decide my own history |
