| And I knew that it was coming from me too
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| Now everywhere I go
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| I hear some kind of music
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| I don’t know where it’s coming from, do you?
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| And I used to sit by the dim radio window
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| Waiting for the magic hour to start
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| You can take the heart out of my country
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| You can’t take the country out of my heart
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| Well there comes a time when we all have to travel
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| Some to look for home and some to hide
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| There was a war at home
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| And a war across the ocean
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| Families were split from the inside
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| And we stood there holding hands, signs and candles
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| But soon enough our hands all had to part
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| You can take the heart out of this country
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| But you can’t take the country out of your heart
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| Well, it’s more than cities, fields and mountains
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| More than a place to view the farmer man (??)
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| And everyday I want to thank all the angels
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| That it’s more than its congress and its president
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| And I long to hear the music of its choir
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| When everyone shall stand and sing their part
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| And we can keep the heart in our country
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| And we can keep the country in our heart
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| And we can keep the country in our heart |