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Texty: Blind Senses. Patriot.

With the leaders crying and crying
About the money that they don?t have
I don?t believe anything that they say
Cuz? I live the ?American? way
I?m a patriot and I do everything
On my own, by my self
If this city will just crumble down
Down to earth, we?d be better off

We?re still young and confused maybe even Jaded
What we thought was right was wrong all long
I will shout it out loud from the top of my lungs
That I know that I?m a patriot
And I will shout it out loud from the top of my lungs
That I know that I?m a patriot

If this city would just live like angels
They?re wouldn?t be problems
Of rapist and strangers
That?s what our leaders say
But we know it?s too hard to live that way

Maybe we should take more consideration
About our own lives and this nation
We shouldn?t care about race of colour
Wealth shouldn?t be just by the American dollar

We?re still young and confused maybe even Jaded
What we thought was right was wrong all long
I will shout it out loud from the top of my lungs
That I know that I?m a patriot
And I will shout it out loud from the top of my lungs
That I know that I?m a patriot

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I will shout it out loud from the top of my lungs
That I know that I?m a patriot
And I will shout it out loud from the top of my lungs
That I know that I?m a patriot

Blind Senses
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