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I tell you a story, it's a true one |
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And I'll tell it like you'll understand |
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And ain't gonna talk like some history man |
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I look out and I see a land |
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Young and lovely, hard and strong |
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For fifty thousand years |
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We've danced her praises |
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Prayed our thanks and we've just begun |
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This is, this is my country |
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Young and growin' free and flowin' sea to sea |
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Yes this is my country |
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Ripe and bearing miracles in ev'ry pond and tree |
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Her spirit walks the high country |
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Givin' free wild samples |
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And settin' an example how to give |
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Yes, this is my country |
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Retchin' and turnin', she's like a baby learnin' how to live |
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I can stand upon a hill at dawn |
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Look all around me, feel her surround me |
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Soldier blue, can't you see her life has just begun? |
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It's beating inside us |
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Telling us she's here to guide us |
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Ooh, soldier blue, soldier blue |
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Can't you see that there's another way to love her? Ooh |
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Yes, this is my country |
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And I sprang from her and I'm learnin' how to count upon her |
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Tall trees and the corn is high country |
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Yes, I love her and I'm learnin' how to take care of her |
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Whenever the news stories get me down |
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I take a drink of freedom to think of |
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North America from toe to crown |
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It's never long before I know just why I belong here |
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Ooh, soldier blue, soldier blue |
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Can't you see that there's another way to love her? |
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Soldier blue, soldier blue |
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Can't you see that there's another way to love her? |
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Soldier blue, soldier blue |
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Can't you see that there's another way to love her? |
