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Coyne |
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The little boats in Millwall Docks are bobbing on the sea |
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The sailors that are all aboard are pointing to Liberty |
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The Pearly Queens from Tooting Bec are racing across the grass |
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They're heading for the coastline cause they all have got their pass |
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And the miners up from Durham are running through the West End |
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Old England is on the blink, Old England's round the bend |
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Chorus: We're going to America, the land of the free, statue of Liberty |
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Oh America, the land of the free, statue of Liberty. |
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Well the gangster man holds out his hand and says, "Hello son" |
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Gives me his bloddied legs, says I'm the chosen one |
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And the President in the White House salutes me as I pass |
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He says I'm a favoured citizen as he sits with tea on the grass |
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And my mother and my brother and my sister too are joining me in the fun |
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My father's at the head of us all and he is carrying a gun |
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Oh America, the land of the free, statue of Liberty |
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I said America, the land of the free, statue of Liberty |
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I said America, the land of disease |
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Oh America |
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I said America, the land of deep freeze |
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America |
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I said America, the land of the free |
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Oh America, the land of the free |
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Statue of Liberty, oh |
