Old News - The Steel Woods

You can hate all the others

Because they hate you

They hate the thought of you hating them too

We can scream it all out

Till we’re red white or blue

But I’d hate to think

That thinking is old news

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We can cut it in half

Throw rocks in the streets

Let wild eyes laugh

When some disagree

We can burn it all down

On our grandpa’s TV

Or quit pointing f‌ingers

And roll up our sleeves

And pray for miss liberty

And the crack in her bell

There’s a tear in her eye

But her arm hasn’t fell

Yet the weight of that torch

It depends on the trail

The book that we write

And the stories we’ll tell

Cause I’d hate to think

That you think I hate you

And I hate the thought of you hating me too

So let’s hash it all out

Till we’re red white and blue

Cause I’d hate to think

That thinking is old news

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So let’s sing for miss liberty

And the crack in her bell

There’s a tear in her eye

But her arm hasn’t fell

Yet the weight of that torch

Comes with blood that’s been spilled

A book of blank pages

Waiting to be f‌illed with how

I’d hate to think

That you think I’d hate

You and I hate the thought of you hating me too

So let’s hash it all out

Till we’re red white and blue

Cause I’d hate to think

That thinking is old news

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