The Land of the Free
I cannot fight my loneliness
My vanity, my ignorance
I'll pay at the end of the day
My way was carved with violence
I had to face the consequence
I'm leaving I'm breaking away
Find my falling
Where is the good in this world?
Where can I be
Living the words "I am free"?
For the many, a barrel of rum
To the names we chose for the glory
Where my soul is pure but my will's a gun
This is the land of the free
I cannot hide my bitterness
My broken heart, victorious
I'm failing, I'm losing my mind
To dying dreams of wilderness
My truth revealed, so glorious
I'd cave in, I'd leave all behind
Is this, for me
Living the words "I am free"?
For the many, a barrel of rum
To the names we chose for the glory
Where my soul is pure but my will's a gun
This is the land of the free
To the golden days of our kind
To the quest we took for the story
Where my mind is feared and my heart is wild
This is the land of the free
Pray for the weak
Pray for the strong
There will be luck all along
Pray that we see
The pure light of dawn
And the world will be singing our song
For the many, a barrel of rum
To the names we chose for the glory
Where my soul is pure but my will's a gun
This is the land of the free
To the golden days of our kind
To the quest we took for the story
Where my mind is feared and my heart is wild
This is the land of the free
This is the land of the free
My vanity, my ignorance
I'll pay at the end of the day
My way was carved with violence
I had to face the consequence
I'm leaving I'm breaking away
Find my falling
Where is the good in this world?
Where can I be
Living the words "I am free"?
For the many, a barrel of rum
To the names we chose for the glory
Where my soul is pure but my will's a gun
This is the land of the free
I cannot hide my bitterness
My broken heart, victorious
I'm failing, I'm losing my mind
To dying dreams of wilderness
My truth revealed, so glorious
I'd cave in, I'd leave all behind
Is this, for me
Living the words "I am free"?
For the many, a barrel of rum
To the names we chose for the glory
Where my soul is pure but my will's a gun
This is the land of the free
To the golden days of our kind
To the quest we took for the story
Where my mind is feared and my heart is wild
This is the land of the free
Pray for the weak
Pray for the strong
There will be luck all along
Pray that we see
The pure light of dawn
And the world will be singing our song
For the many, a barrel of rum
To the names we chose for the glory
Where my soul is pure but my will's a gun
This is the land of the free
To the golden days of our kind
To the quest we took for the story
Where my mind is feared and my heart is wild
This is the land of the free
This is the land of the free
Credits
Writer(s): Michele Guaitoli, Clementine Develay Thieux
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