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Oh my love, it's a long way we've come |
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From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons |
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From the stony fields, to hanging steel from the sky |
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From digging in our pockets for a reason not to say goodbye |
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These are the hands that built America |
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(Russian, Sioux, Dutch, Hindu) |
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Oh, oh oh, America |
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(Polish, Irish, German, Italian) |
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Last saw your face in a watercolour sky |
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As sea birds argue, a long goodbye |
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I took your kiss, on the spray of the new line star |
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You gotta live with your dreams, don't make them so hard |
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And these are the hands, that built America |
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(The Irish, the Blacks, the Chinese, the Jews) |
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Ah, ah ah, America / Hand |
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(Korean, Hispanic, Muslim, Indian) |
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Of all of the promises, is this one we could keep |
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Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach |
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Out ta outa reeeach |
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(Dream-oh-yeah) |
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(Oh oh-dream, oh love) |
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It's early fall, there's a cloud on the New York skyline |
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Innocence, dragged across a yellow line |
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These are the hands that built America |
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These are the hands that built America |
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Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah America |
