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Apologies never sounded insincerer |
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Than when calling up a mother, |
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Her bloody child on the battle field of war, |
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While the pretty politicians |
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Lay their babies down to sleep. |
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Not a chance in hell |
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Will that boy taste the blood. |
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And the triumphant view of liberty |
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Stands firmly in New York, |
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While the color of our oceans's painted red. |
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Well president I hope you found |
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What you went over looking for. |
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Or is your plan to send us all |
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Until we're dead? |
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Because one by one we will watch them die, |
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In shallow graves our soldiers lay, |
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Well NBC show us the blood on the country side. |
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God bless, god bless the USA. |
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If the document of freedom |
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Keeps us safely in our homes |
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Then its fine to sacrifice our brothers blood. |
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Cuz it ain't my son that's fighting in the war |
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Across the seas. |
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Give em hell boys point and shoot |
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Their time has come. |
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Because father son we will watch them die |
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Manifest destiny you paved the way |
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NBC show us the blood on the country side |
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God bless, god bless the USA. |
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Line us up, |
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Give us guns, |
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We're trained to kill, |
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The time has come, |
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Let this war drain all our brothers blood |
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(repeat once) |
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Because one by one we will watch them die, |
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In shallow graves our soldiers lay, |
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Well NBC show us the blood on the country side. |
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God bless, god bless the USA. |
