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When the party starts on Monday |
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Christmas starts in June |
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When no one minds I've just arrived |
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And I'll be leaving soon |
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If I return with eyes half-opened |
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Don't ask me where I was |
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I do my father's drugs |
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When every revolution |
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Is sponsored by the state |
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There's no bravery in bayonets |
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And tearin' down the gates |
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If you see me with a rifle |
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Don't ask me what it's for |
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I fight my father's war |
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A when hunger strikes are fashion |
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And freedom is routine |
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A when all the streets in Cleveland |
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Are named for Martin Luther King |
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You will see me at the protest |
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But you'll notice that I drag |
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I burn my father's flag |
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So when the party starts on Monday |
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And Christmas starts in June |
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A when no one minds I've just arrived |
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And I'll be leaving soon |
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If I return with eyes half opened |
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Don't ask me where I was |
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I do my father's drugs |
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I do my father's drugs |
