| Hello mother, it’s been long
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| I’m still here fighting, be proud of your son
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| My friends are dying
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| And I just wanna come home
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| The stars are under a different sky
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| Your prayers must be working 'cause I’m still alive
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| This place is so cold
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| And I just wanna come home
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| I’m fighting, I’m bleeding
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| I know what’s coming but I’m still breathing
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| Not giving up, not losing love
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| Not running away, I’m not afraid
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| I’m Miss America, my Miss America
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| When does the fighting end?
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| Where does the freedom begin?
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| Hey there, love, how have the kids been?
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| Wish I could be there to tuck them in
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| But freedom is calling
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| While your tears are falling
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| I’ve seen lines broke in two
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| Through these eyes red white and blue
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| I know why I’m here
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| Still I just wanna go home
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| I’m fighting, I’m bleeding
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| I know what’s coming but I’m still breathing
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| Not giving up, not losing love
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| Not running away, I’m not afraid
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| I’m Miss America, my Miss America
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| When does the fighting end?
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| Where does the freedom begin? |
| Oh
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| My hair stands on its end
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| Chilling thoughts as I defend
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| Running for cover, take cover, my brother
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| To die another day as that man I yet waste
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| Hey there, son, it’s your time to go
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| I’m so proud more than you’ll know
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| But freedom ain’t free
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| And now you’re just like me, yeah
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| I’m fighting, I’m bleeding
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| I know what’s coming but I’m still breathing
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| Not giving up, not losing love
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| Not running away, I’m not afraid
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| I’m Miss America, my Miss America
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| When does the fighting end?
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| Where does the freedom begin? |
| Whoa
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| Where does the freedom begin? |
| Whoa
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| I’m Miss America, my Miss America
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| When does the fighting end?
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| Where does the freedom begin? |