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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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