But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear — Phil Ochs

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate. They twist away our freedom, and they twist away our fate. Fear is their weapon, and treason is their cry. We can stop them if we try.

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