Anticipating antipathy
the days we pick here
in Land o' Free
Can't we all just
try to be nice
a million stories
and with each comes a price
I'll be the bigger man
I'm just that kind
now there's a story
I'd delete from my mind
If you could do that
it turns out you can't
So I repeat myself
so I rave and rant
what
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