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I am a voice that can’t be broken.
My blood washed these lands as much as your did.
Don’t tell me about patriotic pride.
When everything you’ve stood for is a lie.
Didn’t we once stand for free speech?
Maybe you didn’t realize that it wasn’t a one way ticket.
It’s an round trip.
You can say whatever you like
But so can I
Don’t open a door you can’t close.

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