| God bless America again
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| You see all the troubles that she’s in
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| Wash her pretty face, dry her eyes
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| And then God bless America again
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| God, I sure do wish You’d bless America again
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| You know like You did way back when it all began
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| You blessed her then but we just sorta kinda take it for granted
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| And never did ask again
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| So God just hold her hand that’s all
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| And if she should stumble, please, don’t let her fall
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| God bless America again
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| You see all the troubles that she’s in
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| Wash her pretty face, dry her eyes
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| And then God bless America again
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| You know, I don’t understand to everythin' I’m readin' here
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| About what’s wrong with America
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| And if You don’t have a lotta good learnin'
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| I guess there’s a lotta things You don’t understand
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| But let me say this God, she’s like a mother to me
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| And though all I am or ever hope to be I owe to You and to her
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| Wash her pretty face, dry her eyes
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| And then God bless America again |