| I count the days the great frontier
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| Forgiving, faced the seventh year
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| I stand in awe of gratefulness
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| I can and call forgetfulness
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| And when I, and when I call
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| The patient, the patient fall
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| The spirit, the carpenter
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| Invites us to be with her
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| What have we become America?
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| Soldiers on the great frontier
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| Carpenter and soldier, one on one
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| It’s the battle, volunteer
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| Run from yourself, from your friends, from ya
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| Run for your life, for your friends, for ya
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| America, merica, meri
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| Oh Illinois, Illinois, Illi
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| I count the days the great frontier
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| Forgiving, faced the seventh year
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| I stand and strain to make ends meet
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| Five spirits on the Grand Marquee
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| And when I, and when I call
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| The patient, the patient fall
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| The spirit, the carpenter
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| Invites us to be with her
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| There was a man at the wall
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| He was grateful for us all
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| I saw the wise woman sing
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| She wasn’t asking anything
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| She wasn’t asking anything
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| How she made the nations sing
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| What have we become America?
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| Soldiers on the great frontier
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| Run from yourself, from your friends, from ya
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| Run for your life, for your friends, for ya
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| America, merica, meri
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| Oh Illinois, Illinois, Illi
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| Oh great fire of great disaster
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| Oh great Heaven, oh great master
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| Oh great goat, the curse you gave us
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| Oh great ghost, protect and save us
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| Oh great river, green with envy
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| Oh Jane Adams, spirit send thee
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| Oh great trumpet and the singers
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| (Given what you lost are you better off?)
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| Oh great good man, King of Swingers
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| (Given what you had, has it made you mad?)
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| Oh great bears and bulls, Joe Jackson
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| (Celebrate the few, celebrate the new)
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| Oh great Illinois
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| (It can only start with you) |