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This land is your land, this land is my land |
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From California, to the New York Island |
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From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters |
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This land was made for you and me |
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As I was walking a ribbon of highway |
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I saw above me an endless skyway |
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I saw below me a golden valley |
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This land was made for you and me |
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I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps |
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To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts |
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And all around me a voice was sounding |
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This land was made for you and me |
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The sun comes shining as I was strolling |
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The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling |
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The fog was lifting a voice come chanting |
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This land was made for you and me |
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As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there |
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And that sign said - no tress passin' |
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But on the other side... it didn't say nothin! |
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Now that side was made for you and me! |
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In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple |
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Near the relief office - I see my people |
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And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin' |
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If this land's still made for you and me. |
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