| Reporter: 'Excuse me mam, what do you think about all the
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| Protests in America today?'
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| Lady: 'Well, my advice to all the a demonstraters would be Either love it or leave it.'
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| Reporter: 'Pardon me sir, what do you think of America
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| And all the protest that’s going on?'
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| Man: 'Protest huh, well, I think they may have a valid
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| Point. |
| I mean, like, something’s got to be done in Ameica,
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| Either we change it or lose it.'
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| I’m tired of all your protests
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| They’re getting out of hand
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| And all you politicians
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| You’re too vague to understand
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| And somewhere in the middle of Two extremes without a plan
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| I’m just the average man
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| Just trying to do the best I can
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| And I’ve had it with the preacher
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| I don’t walk to him no more
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| Everybody’s spreading doubts with shouts
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| Of politics and war
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| And from where I stand
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| It don’t make sense to be against or for
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| Seams like now-a-days
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| There is no call to reason anymore
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| But the answers aren’t all yes or no To or fro, stop or go Everything’s not left or right
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| Black or white, day or night
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| America, my country 'tis of thee
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| America, communicate with me Three small bullets took the leaders
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| That could help us all unite
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| And the people split asunder
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| In their search for truth and right
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| And the rabble-rousers
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| Preached distorted veiws from left and right
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| And the rockets red glare
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| Searches for the dawn’s early light
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| But dispite your flaming headlines
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| I’ll still keep my faith in you
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| And you’re still the same great country
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| That I pledge allegiance to Call me a sentimental patriot
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| Well I guess that could be true
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| Well I can’t help but think
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| A lot of people feel the way I do
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| 'Cause the answers aren’t all yes or no To or fro, stop or go And everything’s not left or right
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| Black or white, day or night
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| America, my country 'tis of thee
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| America, communicate with me |