| This is your land
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| It’s the way it was planned
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| Sky to the sea, something to see
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| Old ancient town, to the old people ground
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| I wanna know, something to go
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| This is your land, laid out in your hand
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| This is your land
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| Wherever I go, way down here I know
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| This is your land
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| Oh churches and steeples, big city people
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| I wanna know something to hold
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| Walk down the track, to the old railroad track
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| I wanna leave something to see
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| This is your land, laid out in your hand
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| This is your land
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| Wherever I go, way down here I know
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| This is your land
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| Money can’t buy me
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| Money can’t buy me
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| I’ve got time
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| Time is on my side
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| You don’t know what you’ve got till the whole thing’s gone
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| The days are dark and the road is long
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| And when you walk away, the hope is gone
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| Tell me what is right, and what is wrong
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| Is this the way it was planned
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| This is your land, take it in your hand
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| This is your land
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| Wherever I go, way down here I know
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| This is your land, take it in your hand
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| This is your land
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| Wherever I go, way down here I know
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| This is your land |