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I'm going to a town
That has already been burnt down
I'm going to a place
That has already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks
Who have already been let down

I'm so tired of America...

I'm gonna make it up
For all of The Sunday Times
I'm gonna make it up
For all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth

I'm so tired of you, America...

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead ...

Tell me, do you really think
You go to hell for having loved?
Tell me, enough of thinking
Everything that you've done is good
I really need to know
After soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood

I'm so tired of you, America ...

(I really need to know...)

I may just never see you again
Or might as well ...
You took advantage of a world
That loved you well
I'm going to a town
That has already been burnt down

I'm so tired of you, America ...

Making my own way home
But I won't be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead ...

I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And that's all I need

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I'm going to a town
A town that has already been burnt down ...

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