| It’s still in San Diego
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| You can hear a baby cryin'
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| As the trains of New York City
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| Roll thunder down the line
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| The teachers rise in Richmond
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| As they sleep in San Anton'
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| While the harbor lights on Baltimore
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| Guide nurses headed home
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| And the jails of Maricopa
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| Say a man is but his wrong
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| It’s morning in America
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| But I can’t see the dawn
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| Congressmen in Washington
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| Receive their brief and brew
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| While lead, it fills the pipelines
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| In a Detroit county school
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| And I think of my grandmother
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| How she told me to be strong
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| It’s morning in America
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| But I can’t see the dawn
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| A junkie waits in Jacksonville
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| Prescription for the pain
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| As what the doctor ordered
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| Comes screaming through the vein
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| And in towns across the country
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| It’s color that divides
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| When in working men and ladies
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| We could find our common side
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| It’s morning in America
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| It’s morning in America
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| We’re mourning in America
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| And I can’t see the dawn, no |