| Give us your tired and weak
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| and we will make them strong
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| bring us your foreign songs
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| and we will sing along
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| leave us your broken dreams
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| we’ll give them time to mend
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| there’s still a lot of love
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| living in the promiseland
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| Living in the promiseland
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| our dreams are made of steel
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| the prayer of every man
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| is to know how freedom feels
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| there is a winding road
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| across the shifting sand
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| and room for everyone
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| living in the promiseland
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| So they came from a distant isle
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| nameless woman, faitheless child like a bad dream
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| until there was no room at all
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| no place to run, and no place to fall
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| give us our daily bread
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| we have no shoes to wear
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| no place to call our home
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| only this cross to bear
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| we are the multitudes
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| lend us a helping hand
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| is there no love anymore
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| living in the promiseland
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| Living in the promiseland
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| our dreams are made of steel
|
| the prayer of every man
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| is to know how freedom feels
|
| there is a winding road across
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| the shifting sand
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| and room for everyone
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| living in the promiseland |