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Don't wanna be an American idiot. A D G D A G |
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Don't want a nation that under the new media. A D G D A G |
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And can you hear the sound of hysteria? A D G D A G |
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The subliminal mindfuck America. A D G D A G |
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Welcome to a new kind of tension. |
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All across the alien nation. |
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Everything isn't meant to be okay. |
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Television dreams of tomorrow. |
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We're not the ones who're meant to follow. |
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Convincing them to walk you. |
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Well maybe I'm the faggot America. |
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I'm not a part of a redneck agenda. |
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Now everybody do the propaganda. |
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And sing along in the age of paranoia. |
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Welcome to a new kind of tension. |
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All across the alien nation. |
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Everything isn't meant to be okay. |
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Television dreams of tomorrow. |
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We're not the ones who're meant to follow. |
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Convincing them to walk you. |
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VerseII: (Chords same as intro) |
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Don't wanna be an American idiot. |
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One nation controlled by the media. |
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Information nation of hysteria. |
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It's going out to idiot America. |
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Welcome to a new kind of tension. |
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All across the alien nation. |
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Everything isn't meant to be okay. |
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Television dreams of tomorrow. |
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We're not the ones who're meant to follow. |
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Convincing them to walk you. |
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