| West, on a plane bound west
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| I see her stretching out below
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| Land, blessed mother land
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| The place where i was born
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| Scars, yeah she’s got her scars
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| Sometimes it starts to worry me
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| Cause lose, i don’t wanna lose
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| Sight of who we are
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| From the mountains high
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| To the wave crashed coast
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| There’s a way to find
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| Better days i know
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| It’s been a long hard ride
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| Got a ways to go
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| But this is still the place
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| That we all call home
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| Free, nothing feels like free
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| Though it sometimes means we don’t get along
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| Cause same, no we’re not the same
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| But that’s what makes us strong
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| Brave, gotta call it brave
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| To chase that dream across the sea
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| Names, and they signed their names
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| For something they believed
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| Red, how the blood ran red
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| And we laid our dead in sacred ground
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| Just think, wonder what they think
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| If they could see us now
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| It’s been a long hard ride
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| And i won’t lose hope
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| This is still the place
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| That we all call home |