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Tono: F

Introducción:

dificultad
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We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't know
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If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show
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Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties
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A history that's really not your own
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Is freedom just a privilege of hatred guaranteed
Pre-Chorus
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Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees
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Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see?
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Seven guns for degradation
 B                               C#                         F# 
Three cheers for cruel tradition
 B                           C#                   F#           B   C# 
Red, white and black eyes forever
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Somewhere south of respect tonight
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This tension's wrapped up nice and tight
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The static's felt but never makes a sound
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A man finds nothing left to eat
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And sells his body on the cheap
       F#                             B                                     C# 
As klansmen flood a conference hall downtown
  Pre-Chorus
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This T.V. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes
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This job is your achievement, this bible your pride
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Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide
 B                           C#                   F# 
Seven guns for degradation
 B                               C#                         F# 
Three cheers for cruel tradition
 B                           C#                 F#           B   C# 
Red, white and black eyes forever
     D#m                 B           F#                           B                               C#                   D#m 
I think of a story my father told me about a fella he knew in the army
     D#m                 B                                       F#             C# 
The pentagon traded him checks for both his legs
                     B                                                   C#                                           F# 
"Fuck the States" was the last thing father heard he had said
 D#m               B                           F# 
Still it's said that this war was won
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Well, I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son
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Outro
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I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks
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I have a mouth that speaks and god damn it will
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Beacause I've had enough of all this shit about
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"making do" "Playing ball" "the way things are" and "dealing with it"
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Mixing pop and politics, he asks me what the use is
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I'm not into making excuses
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And I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless