Land of the free
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Every year in July we sing
Of the land of the free and the home of the brave
We stand tall and proud because
It’s unity we crave
But this nation has never been so divided
Every year in July we sing
Of the land of the free and the home of the brave
We stand tall and proud because
It’s unity we crave
But this nation has never been so divided
America, America, How beautiful you are.
From your red and white stripes, to each and every spangled star.
The places you behold, are loved by so many.
I would know best, for I have visited plenty!
A knock on the door late at night
An unexpected guest
Terrible circumstances
And an uninviting host
The guest is asking for simple things
A corner to sleep in
Perhaps a glass of water
America is free
at least that's what we're selling
but the product must be damaged
there's not one damn soul that believes what we're telling
“Land of the free*”
As if.
As if women do not scream for equality
As if black people are not afraid
As if trans kids are not shunned
And the gay flag tucked away
My only crime is my religion,
So my sentence is severe;
They’ll declare the death penalty
To my presence on this hemisphere.
They say I’ll have an impartial jury,
In this Land of the Free,
Always known as land of the free and home of the brave
Many people come to stay
Everlasting song and dance
Restful sleep and a bit of romance
It's the best place to be
Come here and you won't wanna leave
