Oh just world of founding fathers (experimental)
Oh just world of founding fathers
Never such destiny was your doing
Such melancholy, the demise of others!
Cities thriving on the work of brothers
Citizens usurping the spirit of migrants,
Oh, just world of Founding Fathers,
Hatred posts, Grey fake news,
We're all blind, no world views
Such melancholy, the demise of others!
We need free higher education,
Oh free Nation, don't you have devotion?
Oh just world of Founding Fathers,
How come all the world laughing at us,
And we disoriented with all this fuzz?
Such melancholy, the demise of others!
From old Europe people dream
Of an America free of unlawful sin
Oh world of Founding Fathers,
Such melancholy, the demise of Others!
Never such destiny was your doing
Such melancholy, the demise of others!
Cities thriving on the work of brothers
Citizens usurping the spirit of migrants,
Oh, just world of Founding Fathers,
Hatred posts, Grey fake news,
We're all blind, no world views
Such melancholy, the demise of others!
We need free higher education,
Oh free Nation, don't you have devotion?
Oh just world of Founding Fathers,
How come all the world laughing at us,
And we disoriented with all this fuzz?
Such melancholy, the demise of others!
From old Europe people dream
Of an America free of unlawful sin
Oh world of Founding Fathers,
Such melancholy, the demise of Others!
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