| Living now, here but for fortune
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| Placed by fate’s mysterious schemes
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| Who’d believe that we’re the ones asked to
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| Try to rekindle the patriot’s dreams
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| Arise sweet destiny, time runs short
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| All of your patience has heard their retort
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| Hear us now, for alone we can’t seem
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| To try to rekindle the patriot’s dreams
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| Can you hear the words being whispered
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| All along the American stream
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| Tyrants freed, the just are imprisoned
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| Try to rekindle the patriot’s dreams
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| Ah, but perhaps too much is being asked of too few
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| You and your children with nothing to do
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| Hear us now, for alone we can’t seem
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| To try to rekindle the patriot’s dreams |