You can dub me "stupid"
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and you can tag me "dumb"
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but when our tear soaked eyes were washed away
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the truth was still as thick as it comes.
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How can I be proud of a country
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that trades democracy in for a fence
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and six thousand cops, our "nation's finest,"
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rob me of the little freedom I thought I had left.
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You can believe what the headlines read
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and every corporate funded news anchors you see on TV.
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But the fact still remains I was there that day
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to witness so many people simply wanting a say.
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After all, their royal treatment and pepper spray
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stripped a piece off my pay.
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What are we fighting for? you ask.
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We were fighting for you.
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Armed with nothing but the idea
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of putting people before profit and business,
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the interest of the rich elite.
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Plummet Of The Americas
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| Closet Monster |
