Well they tied that yellow ribbon round the oak tree.
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They've worn out all the prayer in their hearts.
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All along thought they were routing for the home team,
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As they're sent to the game and torn apart.
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With twists this turn a kid up on the pipeline,
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He carries all the pain in the world.
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As we blindly clap and cheer from the sidelines
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It's clear, on a losing streak from the very start
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And that's where they found me,
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In the cemetary.
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A smoking gun in my hand,
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Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
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Sing with me,
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The american scream.
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They took that faded ribbon off the oak tree.
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They've worn out all the hope in their hearts.
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All along thought I was doing the right thing,
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Now I'm lying in a pool of my blood.
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And that's where she found me,
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In the cemetary,
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A smoking gun in my hand,
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Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
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Sing with me.
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And that's where she found me,
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In the cemetary,
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A smoking gun in my hand,
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Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
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Sing with me,
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The american scream.
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The american scream.
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And that's where she found me,
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In the cemetary,
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A smoking gun in my hand,
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Now I'm damned for the land of the free.
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Sing with me,
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The american scream.
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The American Scream
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| Alkaline Trio |
