Thick American Skin / Under the Gun chords by Ryan Montbleau

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Verse 1
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The colors of my country,
the colors of a bruise
With 50 stars to signify
that no one's born to lose
And the gifts that we've been given
come bestowed by tired hands
Tied to no known race, religion,
or native of this land
And I am falling into a freedom trail
High as any mountain range,
as yet unknown
And I am falling into a freedom
cheer now
Celebrating all the many things
that I hold dear
So I celebrate this freedom
and I celebrate my home
And I celebrate this fenced -in land
that we are standing on
Oh, I celebrate and celebrate
and celebrate again
And I use this day
to celebrate my thick American skin
Meanwhile the fate of all the world
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is knocking at the door
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And we say, this is private property
Don't come round here no more
And we are falling into a freedom trail
Deep as any gold mine, as yet unshown
And we are falling into a freedom fear
Afraid of losing
all the many things that we hold dear
And the colors of my country,
the colors of bruise
a bloody mess to glorify the red
the white the blue
in this fight that we are fighting
i fear will help no future day
and only hinder lady liberty
as she wanders on our way
this fight that we are fighting
i know will help no future day
and only hinder all of us
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as we wander on our way
May we please not hinder
Lady Liberty
Wandering on her way
Here's my open letter to the council
for the benefit of all that
is seen and unseen.
It's been time since I have read,
for the things that we have given
Me and all my brothers and my sisters
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and my lovers in the street
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All saving a lonely goodbye
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For a time we're born to shun,
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but surely someday soon will come
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And  we will pass pleasant dreams
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even under the gun
Here's my open letter to the
words written by feathers
dipped in the ink of several
generations' blood
I'm throwing fits through conduits
to future generations
It's a fool's game to rule them
The practice of what's
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already done
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Composing a lonely goodbye
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For a time when you are gone
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To any victim yet unborn
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But we will tell it  like it is
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Even under the gun
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It's taken most of what I
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have to un  derstand
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and we are in the same boat
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Despite the things that I might say,
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my will is never far away to keep going
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To keep going, keep on going,
going, going, going,
going even under the gun
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Here's my open letter to the president
of which whatever,
white brick palace in the mud
Killing, slashing underhand,
high up laughing not to understand
Your fellow man who walks in line
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and makes the most of his time
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While you're shouting a lonely goodbye
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Not to let your people go,
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but we are here to let you know
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We will tell it  like it is,
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even under the gun
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We will move right on,
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even under the gun
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We will dance right on,
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even under the gun
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We
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will move right on,
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even under the gun
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