| What is America to me
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| A name, a map, or a flag I see
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| A certain word, democracy
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| What is America to me The house I live in A plot of earth, the street
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| The grocer and the butcher
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| Or the people that I meet
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| The children in the playground
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| The faces that I see
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| All races and religions
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| That’s America to me The place I work in The worker by my side
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| The little town the city
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| Where my people lived and died
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| The howdy and the handshake
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| The air a feeling free
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| And the right to speak your mind out
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| That’s America to me The things I see about me The big things and the small
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| That little corner newsstand
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| Or the house a mile tall
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| The wedding and the churchyard
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| The laughter and the tears
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| The dream that’s been a growing
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| For more than two hundred years
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| The town I live in The street, the house, the room
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| The pavement of the city
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| Or a garden all in bloom
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| The church the school the clubhouse
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| The millions lights I see
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| Especially the people
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| That’s America to me |