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    I was born an American Red, blue, and white Encouraged to triumph And eager to fight I sang songs of freedom Of grandeur and pride I stood, hand on heart Blonde-haired and blue-eyed Since then, my hair’s darkened And I opened my eyes Now the red is for bloodstains The blue for naïve...
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    In a time when words are dying And notes have numbered hours Originality’s crying And gold is gaining power We are lost in our heads We’re forgetting our hearts Our throats are raw from the screaming In search of a voice; our part If we make it through this breakdown I will sing once ...
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    I was born with independence Thick and stubborn in my head But now, in the year of the damsel, It might as well be dead My fellow girls are different Feeble-minded, starry-eyed They wait up in their towers For some prince to hear their cries Their lips want only kisses Not power, words, o...
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    All the voices imitate what people want to hear All the people follow them because they live in fear All the children wonder why the voices sound the same All the parents look around for someone they can blame America, on bended knee I ask you now Can you hear me? America, through bloodshot...
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    If I could paint, I’d paint the sea With Arctic blue and Irish green All framed with trees the shade of smoke That thrash and moan beneath night’s cloak I’d paint me there upon the sand With linen skirts and white-gloved hands My eyes would dart along the shore Not sure what they were l...
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    Everything was cold that day. The falling snow, the metal bench outside the train station, the yellow star on my coat, everything was cold. The only warm thing in my atmosphere was Dorrika’s little pink hand. Her fingers were tightly intertwined with my own. Despite the occasion, my little sister ...
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