| As if I really didn’t understand
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| That I was just another part of their plan
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| I went off looking for the promise
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| Believing in the Motherland
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| And from the comfort of a dreamer’s bed
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| And the safety of my own head
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| I went on speaking of the future
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| While other people fought and bled
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| The kid I was when I first left home
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| Was looking for his freedom and a life of his own
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| But the freedom that he found wasn’t quite as sweet
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| When the truth was known
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| I have prayed for America
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| I was made for America
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| It’s in my blood and in my bones
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| By the dawn’s early light
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| By all I know is right
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| We’re going to reap what we have sown
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| As if freedom was a question of might
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| As if loyalty was black and white
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| You hear people say it all the time-
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| «My country wrong or right»
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| I want to know what that’s got to do With what it takes to find out what’s true
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| With everyone from the President on down
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| Trying to keep it from you
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| The thing I wonder about the Dads and Moms
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| Who send their sons to the Vietnams
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| Will they really think their way of life
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| Has been protected as the next war comes?
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| I have prayed for America
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| I was made for America
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| Her shining dream plays in my mind
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| By the rockets red glare
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| A generation’s blank stare
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| We better wake her up this time
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| The kid I was when I first left home
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| Was looking for his freedom and a life of his own
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| But the freedom that he found wasn’t quite a sweet
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| When the truth was known
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| I have prayed for America
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| I was made for America
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| I can’t let go till she comes around
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| Until the land of the free
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| Is awake and can see
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| And until her conscience has been found |