| This land is your land, this land is my land
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| From the California to the New York island
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| From the Redwood Forest, to the gulf stream waters
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| This land was made for you and me
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| As I went walking that ribbon of highway
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| I saw above me that endless skyway
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| And saw below me that golden valley
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| This land was made for you and me
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| I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
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| To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
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| And all around me, a voice was sounding
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| This land was made for you and me
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| When the sun comes shining, then I was strolling
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| In the wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
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| The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
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| This land was made for you and me
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| This land is your land and this land is my land
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| From the California to the New York island
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| From the Redwood Forest, to the gulf stream waters
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| This land was made for you and me
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| When the sun comes shining, then I was strolling
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| In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
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| The voice come chanting as the fog was lifting
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| This land was made for you and me |