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Sea Lion
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Broken Wings
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Escape Artist
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Dance Monkey
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Crack Pipes
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The Buzz Kill
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Gunz Yo
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Crumble
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Inherited Scars
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Product Placement
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Climb Trees
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Bridle
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Agony in Her Body
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Voice Mail Bomb Threat
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Personal Journalist
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Jah Didn't Kill Johnny
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Slow Down Gandhi
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Lie Detector Test
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Ground Control
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Got Up This Morning
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The Best Of Times
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Different
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Makeshift Patriot
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Sun Vs. Moon
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Runaways
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Smoke And Mirrors
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Civil Obedience
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Message Sent
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Specialist
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Hopeless
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Good Fashion
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Waterline
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Eviction Notice
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Underground For Dummies
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Black Sweatshirt
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Clickety Clack
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Cup of Tea
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Black Out On White Night
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Keep Moving
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Little Houdini
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Hell Of A Year
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My Name Is Strange
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High Step
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Midgets and Giants
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Call Me Francois
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Growing Pains
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Hoofprints In The Sand
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Sun Vs Moon
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Going Back To Rehab
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Slow Man
(People talking)
I'm tired of hearing of young fellows, who think you know it all.
You know nothing, you have not seen a shot fired,
And you're waving the damn flag.
Frank, what's that man?
I'm just watching some bullshit.
On the news. It's fucking bullshit.
Reporters trying to win a fucking emmy.
Makeshift patriot,
The flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.
(3x)
It's the makeshift,
The patriot,
The flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself for your live telecast.
Coming live from my own funeral
Beautiful weather offered a nice shine,
Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline.
It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence.
My journalist ethic slips when I pass them off as objectives.
Don't give me that ethical shit.
I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable american kids,
And it's time to show this world how big our edifice is.
That's exactly how they attacked,
When a typically dark-skinned disney villain.
Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse into our buildings.
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction.
Pregnant women couldn't protect their children;
Wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.
I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal,
Wondering if after it settles,
We'll find who provided power to radical rebels.
The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over,
But only on our own soil,
So the little boy holds a toy soldier,
And waits for the suit and tie to come home.
We won't wait till he's older, though,
Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end.
I'll get a close-up of his head.
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