See the patriot point
His flag
His gun
His eyes toward the sun
The color of envy
Comes straight from the land
Straight from his heart
But white plays a part
It's sewn and it's stitched
The patriots pride
Awake the angelic
And revile in relics
But now set against
What's clear and what's true
A primary loss
His land split across
So here your man dies
Lying inside his lines
Afraid and alone
But he called it home
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