| A wise man was telling stories to me About the places he had been to And the things that he had seen
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| A quiet voice is singing something to me An age old song about the home of the brave
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| In this land here of the free
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| One time one night in America
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| A lady dressed in white with the man she loved
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| Standing along the side of their pickup truck
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| A shot rang out in the night
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| Just when everything seemed right
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| Another headline written down in America
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| The guy that lived next door in #305
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| Took the kids to the park and disappeared
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| About half past nine
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| Who will ever know
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| How much she loved them so That dark night alone in America
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| A quiet voice is singing something to me An age old song about the home of the brave
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| In this land here of the free
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| One time one night in America
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| Four small boys playing ball in a parking lot
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| A preacher, a teacher, and the other became a cop
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| A car skidded into the rain
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| Making the last little one a saint
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| One more light goes out in America
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| A young girl tosses a coin in the wishing well
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| She hopes for a heaven while for her
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| There’s just this hell
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| She gave away her life
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| To become somebody’s wife
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| Another wish unanswered in America
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| People having so much faith
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| Die too soon while all the rest come late
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| We write a song that no one sings
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| On a cold black stone
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| Where a lasting peace will finally bring
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| The sunlight plays upon my windowpane
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| I wake up to a world that’s still the same
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| My father said to be strong
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| And that a good man could never do wrong
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| In a dream I had last night in America
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| A wise man was telling storie to me About the places he had been to And the things that he had seen
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| A quiet voice is singing something to me An age old song about the home of the brave
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| In this land here of the free
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| One time one night in America |