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We all try to be different but all alike art and love we all bleed red tonight When I hit the club, promise to show me No matter who you are, can get along a new stranger, make a new friend Never maybe a friend to the end American to and back again Wave your love when you wave flag That's right, I said your love When you wave your flag, be
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