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Up in the highest of heights, O'Hara blinks and fights |
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This land is yours, this land is mine |
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I see the captain in red and Cairo at his head |
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This land is yours, this land is mine |
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The lightning over the park, the waters, brash and dark |
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We take a swim, we take a swim |
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I never meant to escape the carpet and the trade |
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This land is yours, this land is mine |
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And when I make up my mind, I change it all the time |
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I take it back, I take it back |
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The numbers over the dam, Jo Davies and the band |
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I count them out, I count them out |
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There was a car in the bay, by the boat that swept and swayed |
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Whoever you are in the light, in the water that we made |
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I'm counting it out, I'm counting it out, I'm working it out |
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Inside, I'm counting it out from the floor |
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The ferry hatches Moline, Panola Beauty Queen |
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She takes a bow, she takes a bow |
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In Charles, we climb the hill and Danville window sill |
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I take it back, I take it back |
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My sister she counts the bars, the Macon county cars |
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She takes a bow, she takes a bow |
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The Mississippi amends, the Carver and the bends |
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This land is yours, this land is mine |
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My brother punches my ear, the injured ivory deer |
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I call my dad, I call my dad |
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We skip inside of the store, the Mason winter door |
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This land is yours, this land is mine |
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There was a car in the bay, by the boat that swept and swayed |
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Whoever you are in the light, in the water that we made |
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I'm holding your hand by the shore with our collars pulled up tight |
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I'm counting it out, I'm counting it out, I'm working it out inside |
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I'm counting it out, I'm counting it out, I'm working it out inside |
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I'm counting it out |
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This land is not your land, for the right hand |
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Takes what it can, ransacks with the mad man |
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For this land is not yours or mine to have |
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This land was made for the good of itself |