| Up in the highest of heights
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| O’Hara blinks and fights
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| This land is yours; |
| this land is mine.
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| I see the Captain in red,
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| and Cairo at his head.
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| This land is yours; |
| this land is mine.
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| The lightning over the park,
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| the waters--brash and dark
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| We take a swim; |
| we take a swim.
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| I never meant to escape
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| the carpet and the trade
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| This land is yours; |
| this land is mine.
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| And when I make up my mind
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| I change it all the time
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| I take it back; |
| I take it back.
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| The numbers over the dam,
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| Jo Davies and the band,
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| I count them out; |
| I count them out.
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| There was a car in the bay
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| by the boat that swept and swayed
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| Whoever you are in the light
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| in the water that we made
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| I’m counting it out
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| I’m counting it out
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| I’m working it out inside
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| I’m counting it out
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| from the floor
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| The ferry hatches Moline
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| Panola Beauty Queen
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| She takes a bow; |
| she takes a bow.
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| In Charles, we climb the hill
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| and Danville window sill
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| I take it back; |
| I take it back.
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| My sister she counts the bars,
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| the Macon county cars,
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| She takes a bow; |
| she takes a bow.
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| The Mississippi amends
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| the Carver and the bends
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| This land is yours; |
| this land is mine.
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| My brother punches my ear.
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| The injured ivory deer
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| I call my dad; |
| I call my dad.
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| We skip inside of the store
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| the Mason winter door
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| This land is yours; |
| this land is mine.
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| There was a car in the bay
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| by the boat that swept and swayed
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| Whoever you are in the light
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| in the water that we made
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| I’m holding your hand by the shore
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| With our collars pulled up tight
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| I’m counting it out
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| I’m counting it out
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| I’m working it out inside
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| I’m counting it out
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| (This land is not your land
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| For the right hand takes what it can,
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| ransacks with the mad man.
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| For this land is not yours or mine to have.
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| This land was made for the good of itself.) |