west on a plane bound west i see her stretching out below land blessed mother land the place where i was born scars yeah shes got her scars sometimes it starts to worry me cause lose i dont wanna lose sight of who we are from the mountains high to the wave crashed coast theres a way to find better days i know its been a long hard ride got a ways to go but this is still the place that we all call home free nothing feels like free though it sometimes means we dont get along cause same no we re not the same but thats what makes us strong brave gotta call it brave to chase that dream across the sea names and they signed their names for something they believed red how the blood ran red and we laid our dead in sacred ground just think wonder what they think if they could see us now  its been a long hard ride and i wont lose hope this is still the place that we all call home
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