Merica
Land of the free, Home of the brave
Where we are free
For our freedom millions went to the grave
So we could visit that beautiful sea
We fly our planes and create a sound wave
We might even get stung by a bee
At the famous we waive
For mercy we plea
Our longs beards we shave
And with our freedom we even have the chance to get a deree
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