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Land of the Free, Home of the Grave
In this land of the free and home of the brave,
We bury our heroes in prominent graves.
We nurture our dreams on innocent blood
Little caring they're covered in filth and mud.
This nation was founded on honor and ideals,
No matter how odd that sounds or feels.
Our path has strayed so far off the course
The founding fathers set and tried to enforce.
We sacrifce our best and bravest on the altar of greed,
Fighting to protect us they suffer and bleed.
Freedom has a cost, it cannot be denied,
Yet it seems like only the best have died.
We bury our heroes in prominent graves.
We nurture our dreams on innocent blood
Little caring they're covered in filth and mud.
This nation was founded on honor and ideals,
No matter how odd that sounds or feels.
Our path has strayed so far off the course
The founding fathers set and tried to enforce.
We sacrifce our best and bravest on the altar of greed,
Fighting to protect us they suffer and bleed.
Freedom has a cost, it cannot be denied,
Yet it seems like only the best have died.
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Land of the Free, Home of the Grave
Land of the Free, Home of the Grave