| Like a dream in the night
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| As the snow settles white
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| There’s a fire burning bright
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| In Massachusetts
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| And there’s a house upon a hill
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| That keeps us from the chill
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| And by the grace of God we will
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| Be in Massachusetts
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| You can tell me 'bout the times you spent
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| In the Rockies and on the plains
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| Please don’t think that I’m the last to say
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| That there ain’t lots of other places
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| In this world that still remain
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| Beautiful and unchanged
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| But they’re just not the same
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| The sun comes up to meet the dawn
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| And there’s a day that must go on
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| There’s another night that’s gone
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| In Massachusetts
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| And I could spend all of my days
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| And remain each day amazed
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| At the way each day is phrased
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| In Massachusetts
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| You can tell me 'bout the times you spent
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| In the Rockies and on the plains
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| Please don’t think that I’m the last to say
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| That there ain’t lots of other places
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| In this world that still remain
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| Beautiful and unchanged
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| But they’re just not the same
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| Now if you could only see
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| I know you would agree
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| There ain’t nowhere else to be
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| Like Massachusetts
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| And there’s a house upon a hill
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| That keeps us from the chill
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| And by the grace of God we will
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| Be in Massachusetts
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| Come on and tell me about the time you spent
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| In the Rockies and on the plains
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| Please don’t think that I’m the last to say
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| That there ain’t lots of other places
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| In this world that still remain
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| Beautiful and unchanged
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| But they’re just not the same
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| As Massachusetts |