| She’s up before the sun, on the run
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| Another dollar, another day, another cup of coffee
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| Thank you Lord for giving me one more
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| She still leans on her dreams but it seems
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| Sometimes she’s the only one who still believes
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| That life is hard, so she takes it on with an American heart.
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| And it beats like a drum down in New Orleans.
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| Sings like a Motown melody
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| It dreams like California
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| Bigger than the Texas sky
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| It bleeds, it scars
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| But it shines when times get hard
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| And you can’t break an American heart
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| From the small town Friday night lights
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| To the Broadway neon burning up bright
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| We’re all the same and it’s in our veins
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| A spirit that you can’t keep down
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| A fire inside that’ll never burn out
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| If you are the owner of an American Heart
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| 'Cause it beats like a drum down in New Orleans
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| Sings like a Motown melody
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| It dreams like California
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| Bigger than the Texas sky
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| It bleeds, it scars
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| But it shines when times get hard
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| And you can’t break an American heart
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| And it beats like a drum down in New Orleans
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| Sings like a Motown melody
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| It beats like a drum down in New Orleans
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| Sings like a Motown melody
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| It dreams like California
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| Bigger than the Texas sky
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| It bleeds, it scars
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| But it shines when times get hard
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| And you can’t break
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| You can’t break an American heart
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| An American heart
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| An American heart
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| God Bless America
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| Land of the free
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| God Bless America |