| Harbours open there doors to the young searching foreigner
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| Come to live in the light of the big L of liberty
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| Plains and open skies bill boards would advertise
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| Was it anything like that when you arrived
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| Dream boats carried the future to the heart of America
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| People were waiting in line for a place by the river
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| Chorus
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| It was time when strangers were welcome here
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| Music would play they tell me the days were sweet and clear
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| It was a sweeter tune and there was so much room
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| That people could come from everywhere
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| Now he arrvies with hopes and his heart set on miracles
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| Come to marry his fortune with a hand full of promises
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| To find they’ve closed the door they don’t want him anymore
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| There isn’t anymore to go around
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| Turning away he remembers he once heard a legend
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| That spoke of a mystical magical land called America
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| It was time when strangers were welcome here
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| Music would play they tell me the days were sweet and clear
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| It was a sweeter tune and there was so much room
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| That people could come from everywhere
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| It was time when strangers were welcome here
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| Music would play they tell me the days were sweet and clear
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| It was a sweeter tune and there was so much room
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| That people could come from everywhere |