In the midnight hour, I see her
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Waving proudly through the night
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The stars and stripes she bears
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Are a glorious sight
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She represents all the heroes
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Who couldn't stand to see her fall
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They represent this great nation
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And remind us all
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There is still the land of freedom
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And the home for the brave
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A nation under God
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Where justice reigns
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There's a country united
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However different we may be
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We can walk a little taller
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When we see old glory
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There is strength within her colors
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And courage all can see
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That brings hope and peace to some
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And others to their knees
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There is power in her presence
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And a calm within her wave
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And if you listen closely
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You can hear her say
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There is still the land of freedom
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And the home for the brave
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A nation under God
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Where justice reigns
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There's a country united
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However different we may be
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We can walk a little taller
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When we see old glory
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She's been tattered, she's been turned
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Been abused and even burned
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But she hasn't lost a thread of dignity
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Because her strength can't be found
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In her colors or her bounds
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Her strength is found in you and me
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So let us all remember
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The sacrifices made
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The battles we've won
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And the prayers we've prayed
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Let's make sure that our heroes
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Didn't sacrifice in vain
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Let us join together
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And proudly proclaim
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There is still the land of freedom
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And the home for the brave
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A nation under God
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Where justice reigns
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There's a country united
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However different we may be
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We can walk a little taller
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When we see old glory
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So let's walk a little taller
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When we see old glory
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Oh yeah, old glory, yeah
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Old Glory
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| Phil Stacey |
