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Never ask me |
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Where I'm standing |
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That's no mystery |
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Lines were drawn so |
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Long ago it's ancient history |
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Grew up hungry |
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Often homeless |
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Hardcore poverty |
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No one ever gave me nothing |
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Nothing came for free |
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But I don't need your sorrow |
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Don't need your sympathy |
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And I'll get up tomorrow |
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And fight the apathy |
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I'm from a country |
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So steeped in glory |
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Some say, exceptional |
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But for all the great we do |
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We're so irrational |
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I criticize it |
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Because I love it |
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No treason when I say |
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We can do better |
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And change the weather |
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Put your flag away |