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Maybe you'll hear about me |
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When you watch the evening news |
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So I write this letter for you, my friends |
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The truth then you may choose |
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I had a good time at Oxford |
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And the world I did roam |
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When my studies were finished |
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Then I went back home |
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All I wanted were good things |
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Land and liberty |
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And all the sorts of things we learned |
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At the university |
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I'm not a fan of dictatorships |
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I'd rather say live and let live |
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But for those who would threaten my family |
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There's nothing I won't give |
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I will fight for my country |
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I'll defend this land |
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I will stare at the whites of your soldiers' eyes |
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With this Kalishnikov in my hand |
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When you break down the doors of my neighbors |
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When you say that might makes right |
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When you say you're looking for terrorists |
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In their bedroom late at night |
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When you torture my brother at gunpoint |
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On his head a canvass sack |
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All I can say to you, soldier |
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Is you'd best watch your back |
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When you come with your tanks on our city streets |
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And you say these streets are yours |
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When you say you'll rebuild us with bombers |
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And oil tankers on our shores |
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When you have gunned down my child in Fallujah |
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You needn't wonder why |
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I look at you through the blades of your 'copter and say |
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It's a good day to die |
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