Intro:
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The American flag is tied to a fence on an overpass
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With a homemade sign written in red, white and blue
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And it reads "Welcome home, Jason Miller, Private First Class"
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And I don't even know him but I'm grateful for any good news
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What's become of my country torn by contradiction
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The spirit of freedom propped up by a culture of fear
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Where's it's unpatriotic to protest or even to question
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Have we learned nothing from history or the last couple years
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CHORUS:
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And the rain pours down
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On the fallow ground
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And the fruited plain as barren as the sand
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Is it not within our will
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How long must we wait until
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The seeds of peace find purchase in this land
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He stood on the deck and he said we'd accomplished our mission
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And he twisted the facts 'til he knew it could pass for the truth
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Vengeance can fill any fool with conviction
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But he can't wash the blood of the fallen from his cowboy boots
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CHORUS
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I will not be shamed into silence by partisan thunder
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And I won't fall in line and march to the drums on the wind
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How many more daughters and sons will we see plowed under
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How much longer must we wait 'til the harvest comes in
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'Til the sun shines down
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On this hallowed ground
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And the fruited plain so bountiful and grand
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Is it not within our will
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How long must we wait until
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The seeds of peace find purchase in this land
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Seeds Of Peace
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| Mark Erelli |
