Once upon our time
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in a land far gone
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where hate crime's enforced by state crime
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even though they say the land of the free was made for both you and me
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Well, the girl next door might have cancer
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and the hospital nearby's got the answer, but
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she's never been there, can't afford healthcare
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in the arms of the home of the brave, she's carried to her grave
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Marionettes for presidents, strung out on wars
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and we're not sure who's american anymore
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division of church and state is my kind of separatism
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spreading god's love through scare tactics is casual terrorism
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and if abortion's murder, let's strip that right away, and
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who gave women the right to vote anyway?
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So many babies
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brought into the world today
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amongst so many maybes
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like maybe they'll feel loved, be provided for, and have a place to stay
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but instead of placing them in loving stable homes
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that might not fill the conservative bill
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they're tossed around the foster system like a hot potato
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instead of making friends of dorothy
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they're thrown to the tornado
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Death warrants signed by murderers
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who came to power through the back door
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is this democracy or a monarchy
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what do we hold elections for
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you write your personal agenda on a post-it note
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and leave the constitution lying on the bathroom floor
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This is for the world trade center, for columbine
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for oklahoma city and the lost and lonely friends of mine
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for ireland, iran, iraq
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and the suffering caused by the indian ocean's attack
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for falun gong and the berlin wall
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the homeless, the hungry, and slaves to drugs and alcohol
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indian, australian, african slaves
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native americans whose amber waves of grain
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were melted down into white men's riches
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victims of war and for salem's witches
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for boys who were told to act more like boys
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and girls who were told to only play with girl toys
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the voiceless, forgotten, plagued by disease
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god help us please, please, please
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Maybe one day I'll stop alternating
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between thirteen hours of eating and thirteen hours of sleeping
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and do something about it with what i guess could have been a twenty-six hour day
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26-Hour Day
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Jay Brannan |