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The house that I live in |
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A plot of earth, a street |
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The grocer and the butcher |
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And the people that I meet |
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The children in the playground |
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The faces that I see |
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All races and religions |
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That's America to me |
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The place that I work in |
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The worker by my side |
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The little towns and cities |
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Where my people lived and died |
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The hello and the handshake |
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The air of feeling free, oh |
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And the right to speak my mind out |
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That's America to me |
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The things I see about me |
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The big things and the small |
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The little corner news stand |
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And the house, a mile tall |
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The wedding and the churchyard |
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The laughter and the tears |
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The dream that's been growing |
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For over four hundred years |
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The town that I'd live in |
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The streets, the house, the room |
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The pavement in the city |
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Or a garden all in bloom |
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The school, the church, the clubhouse |
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The million lights I see |
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But especially the people |
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That's America, that's America |
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From sea to shining sea |
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Every face, every religion |
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Oh, democracy, yeah |
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Oh, America |
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Come share this grace on me |
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Oh, yeah |
