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Love Of Country by The Murder Capital

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Intro:

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Verse 1:
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The gods in my position make me wanna die
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Pull up in that empty hearse and let my spirit fly
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Gods of all commotion spread their seed across the land
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Don't you love your country? Don't you love your fellow man?

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Verse 2:
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The gods in my position make me wanna fly
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Pull up in that horse-drawn casket and let my spirit die
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The cause of all commotion spread their seed across the land
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Makin' love to country, makin' love to fellow man
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I know your mother was a fighter and your father was so weak
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He took his hand out of his pocket, and he pointed it at me
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He said the truth of what's forgiven must be passed down every hand
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Give your love of country a simple fightin' chance

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Verse 3:
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There were people there of all sorts in the courage of their life
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Mothers with their plucked wings and the men who lost their wives
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Young kids reachin' out to daydreams when their homes have lost their shape
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Could you blame anyone livin' with the wants in for escape?
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The grass was never ever greener, the streets were stripped of noise
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The passages we occupied, sang our tunes without a voice
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Kids reachin' out to daydreams when their homes have lost their shape
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Could you blame a soul for livin' in a world built to escape?

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Verse 4:
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Under Canal, I sat with Domino, where we shared our lives in full
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Commonalities and our tragedies make for quite the afternoon
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Just kids reachin' out to daydreams when our homes have lost their shape
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Could you blame us from your pulpit? We had no choice but to escape
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The six-year-old inside me sat before my eyes, all new
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I've been drenched in my regrets and while you stunted I still grew
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Oh, I'm just a kid reachin' out to daydreams from a few pots of this land
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Could you blame me for mistakin' your love of country for hate of man?

Outro:
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