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Dear Kyle It's been six months here at home Welcome to America The land of the free Where you're free to breathe and free to dance and free to disagree Free to be so far away from me Frankly I don't give a damn dear Frankly I don't give a damn here Frankly I don't want to be here No one makes me feel like you did No one makes me care like you did No one makes me think like you did No one makes me see this world like you did Dear Kyle It's been six months here at home But all I feel's down under pounding at my bones Oh, how I've grown Julys are much hotter and the days are much longer The human touch is stronger Frankly they don't give a damn dear Frrankly they don't give a damn here Frankly I don't want to be here I can't breathe here, I don't want to be here. From Letras Mania