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You will come of age with our young nation We'll bleed and fight for you We'll make it right for you
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I’m takin this horse by the reins makin’ Redcoats redder with bloodstains
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My name is Philip I am a poet I wrote this poem just To show it
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Death doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes
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I wrote my way out of hell I wrote my way to revolution I was louder than the crack in the bell
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If I tell her that I love him she'd be silently resigned He'd be mine She would say "I'm fine" She'd be lying
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And as our fallen foes retreat, I hear the drinking song they're singing.
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Two weeks later, in the living room stressin' My father's stone-faced while you ask him for his blessin'
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How do you write like tomorrow won’t arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write ev’ry second you’re alive?
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Scratch that this is not a moment, it's the movement Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
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But I have not committed treason and sullied my good name As you can see I have done nothing to provoke legal action Are my answers to your satisfaction?
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In clearing your name You have ruined our lives
