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i want freedom, not a boss that comes in a forty ounce bottle of anything or 
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taped scotch paper. 
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i eat meat and drive trucks and shoot guns and don’t trust in the federal 
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government to solve our problems. 
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you might think Im joking, but Im not a republican. call me when your 
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president pulls out of Afghanistan, 
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because that’s the day Ill get a cell phone number, and you can call and 
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leave a message on voice mail that day.  

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i fell asleep smoking so Id wake up on fire, because that might get me out 
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of bed for a while 
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and back into battle with the things that I breathe, and the holes in my 
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arms, and the way that i think. 
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and if freedom is doing what i want, well that means I gotta know what that 
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is, not just what it isn’t. 
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so Ill dig up the dirt and Ill throw down some seeds, because the world 
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needs more spinach, not more motherfuckers like me. 
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motherfuckers like me