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Give us your tired and weak |
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And we will make them strong |
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Bring us your foreign songs |
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And we will sing along |
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Leave us your broken dreams |
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We'll give them time to mend |
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There's still a lot of love |
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Living in the Promiseland |
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Living in the Promiseland |
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Our dreams are made of steel |
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The prayer of every man |
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Is to know how freedom feels |
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There is a winding road |
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Across the shifting sand |
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And room for everyone |
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Living in the Promiseland |
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So they came from a distant isle |
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Nameless woman |
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Faithless child like a bad dream |
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Until there was no room at all |
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No place to run, and no place to fall |
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Give us our daily bread |
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We have no shoes to wear |
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No place to call our home |
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Only this cross to bear |
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We are the multitudes |
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Lend us a helping hand |
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Is there no love anymore |
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Living in the Promiseland |
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Living in the Promiseland |
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Our dreams are made of steel |
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The prayer of every man |
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Is to know how freedom feels |
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There is a winding road |
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Across the shifting sand |
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And room for everyone |
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Living in the Promiseland |
