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A wise man was telling stories to me |
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About the places he had been to |
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And the things that he had seen |
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A quiet voice is singing something to me |
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An age old song about the home of the brave |
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In this land here of the free |
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One time one night in |
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America A lady dressed in white with the man she loved |
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Standing along the side of their pickup truck |
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A shot rang out in the night |
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Just when everything seemed right |
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Another headline written down in |
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America The guy that lived next door in #305 |
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Took the kids to the park and disappeared |
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About half past nine |
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Who will ever know |
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How much she loved them so |
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That dark night alone in |
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America A quiet voice is singing something to me |
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An age old song about the home of the brave |
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In this land here of the free |
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One time one night in |
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America Four small boys playing ball in a parking lot |
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A preacher, a teacher, and the other became a cop |
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A car skidded into the rain |
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Making the last little one a saint |
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One more light goes out in |
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America A young girl tosses a coin in the wishing well |
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She hopes for a heaven while for her |
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There's just this hell |
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She gave away her life |
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To become somebody's wife |
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Another wish unanswered in |
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America People having so much faith |
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Die too soon while all the rest come late |
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We write a song that no one sings |
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On a cold black stone |
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Where a lasting peace will finally bring |
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The sunlight plays upon my windowpane |
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I wake up to a world that's still the same |
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My father said to be strong |
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And that a good man could never do wrong |
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In a dream |
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I had last night in |
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America A wise man was telling storie to me |
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About the places he had been to |
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And the things that he had seen |
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A quiet voice is singing something to me |
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An age old song about the home of the brave |
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In this land here of the free |
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One time one night in |
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