all swelled with pride, your chest blown out
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face the flag as you declare
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"we are the greatest country in the world
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richest, smartest, most advanced?who can keep up with us?"
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and where has it gotten us?
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take a look around
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as miserable as we have ever been
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violent, mean, pulling our hair out
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as fourteen year olds march through metal detectors
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bitter, unhealthy, empty
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most dissatisfied of societies
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my granddad weeps for the simple days
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everything that you could ever dream of
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five minutes from our fingertips
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prettied, processed, packaged,
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shipped right to your door
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we need everything in every color
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to feel that we?e alive
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we?e got to brag to all the world
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about all our toys
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just like when we were five
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i hear you chant
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"everything is alright, it? gonna be alright"
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as you rush to your night job
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everything is gonna be alright
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knuckles white as you grip your purse
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you scream that things could not be better
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as the flames lick at your face
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and i? as fucked as anybody
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the bright lights catch my eyes
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i? as scared as anyone
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the blood rains from the sky
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we can? tell what we want from what we need
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or which one matters more
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it? all a spinning mobile
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it? all a catchy lullaby
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everything is gonna be alright
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so suck your thumb
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Release The Hounds
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| Bane |
