الكلمات الأصلية
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Never ask me
Where I'm standing
That's no mystery
Lines were drawn so
Long ago it's ancient history
Grew up hungry
Often homeless
Hardcore poverty
No one ever gave me nothing
Nothing came for free
But I don't need your sorrow
Don't need your sympathy
And I'll get up tomorrow
And fight the apathy
I'm from a country
So steeped in glory
Some say, exceptional
But for all the great we do
We're so irrational
I criticize it
Because I love it
No treason when I say
We can do better
And change the weather
Put your flag away
