| Made in America
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| Nineteen fifty nine
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| Born down by the factories
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| Cross the Jersey City line
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| Raised on radio
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| Just a jukebox kid
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| I was alright
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| Just a small town homeboy
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| With big time dreams
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| Following his conscience
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| In a world full of extremes
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| Fresh outta high school
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| Only seventeen
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| I was alright
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| Blinded by my vision
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| There was just no turning back
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| Like a runaway train
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| Life was steaming down the track
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| You said I’d never make it out
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| But I kept on hanging on Every night I prayed to Jesus
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| And held my head up strong
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| I was alright
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| I landed on my feet
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| Made in America
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| I was brought up on the street
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| My old man’s independence
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| Seemed good enough for me I was made in America
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| Made in America
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| Never cared much about politics
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| Till I was twenty one
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| But I woke up when Lennon
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| Found the wrong end of a gun
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| He left his inspiration
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| Before he said boodbye
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| And we were alright
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| We all lose out innocence
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| It’s impossible to hold
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| I didn’t know it then
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| I had a pocket full of gold
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| When I kissed those younger days goodbye
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| It almost broke my heart
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| I was going to through my growing pains
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| I was driving in the dark
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| But I was alright
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| I landed on my feet
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| Made in America
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| I was brought up on the street
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| I’m facing up to freedom
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| And chacing down my dream
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| I was made in America
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| Yeah I was made in America
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| Yeah we all lose our innocence
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| It’s impossible to hold
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| I just didn’t know it then
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| I had a pocket full of gold
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| When they said I’d never make it I just kept on hanging on And every night I prayed to Jesus
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| And I held my head up strong
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| And I was alright
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| I landed on my feet
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| Made in America
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| I was brought up on the street
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| Facing up to who I am Chasing down my dream
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| I was made in America
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| Yeah I was made in America |