I am living worried every second
Because my story is slowly undressing
I am getting questioned about my life
They want to know if its all a lie
All because of a single line
For all they want is just the truth
Is it this country that I salute
I put my head down with shame and I say no
A lonesome voice says it real slow
It is not my life that I am living
Because to this country my soul I am giving
It claims it hates me for being me
But it does not help me to set me free
So I continue to stay real firm
I guess this bastard child will never learn
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