| I’ve heard enough from pundits
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| I’ve heard our leaders speak
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| I tell you know I’d rather talk
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| To the people in the street
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| 'Cause you don’t know someone
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| Until you’ve looked them in the eye
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| And that gave me a purpose
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| And every reason why
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| I drove myself across America
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| From Sea to shining Sea
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| From the Rocky coast of Maine
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| To the mighty redwood trees
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| From the plains of North Dakota
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| To the Gulf of Mexico
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| It’s good to know
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| That hope’s alive again
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| Across America
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| I spoke to folks in New Orleans
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| With hammers in their hands
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| There’s a waitress in Missouri
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| Who wants her own health plan
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| And to the workers up in Michigan
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| In all the auto plants
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| They’re the working men and women
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| Saying «Yes, we can»
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| Your checks and stocks and banks
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| Can’t take our hope away
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| You can’t foreclose on hope
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| Nobody has to pay
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| I drove myself across America
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| From Sea to shining Sea
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| From the Rocky coast of Maine
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| To the mighty redwood trees
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| From the plains of North Dakota
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| To the Gulf of Mexico
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| It’s good to know
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| That hope’s alive again
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| Across America |