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Thats my boy
American son
Hope Im not around when he gets the idea to buy a gun
Theres our boy
Americas gone
Hope were not to blame when he gets the idea to kill someone
Have you ever really loved someone?
The flags been broken
By an enemy
Raised on mtv, raised on you and me
Gone
Yeah its gone
The land I have known in my youth
Yeah its gone and its never coming back
Wheres our saviour
Not looking for a sign
Just want something to clean
The blood from my numb and weary mind