Land of the empire builders, land of the Golden West
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Conquered and held by free men, fairest and the best,
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Onward and upward, ever forward on and on,
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Hail to thee, the land of heroes, yours when dead and gone.
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Hail to thee! Land of heroes! It’s all yours when you’re dead and gone.
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The Afterlife!
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Hey! We know how to make life go on.
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The Afterlife!
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Death is not the end of this song.
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The Afterlife!
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Land of the rose and sunshine, land of summer’s breeze,
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Laden with health and vigor fresh from Western seas,
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Blessed by the blood of martyrs, land of the setting sun.
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Hail to thee, the land of promise, the end of our system.
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Hail to thee! Land of promise! Life at the end of our system!
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The Afterlife!
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Inside your own private kingdom.
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The Afterlife!
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Hey! Qui vit est impuissant!
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The Afterlife!
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It’s not a place you go, it’s a place that comes to you,
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And it’s not about who you know, or who is in your heart.
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It may come as a surprise, but you are not alone.
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All that you have is not what you own!
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The Afterlife
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