| Oh beautiful, for heroes proved
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| In liberating strife
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| Who more than self, our country loved
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| And mercy more than life
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| America, America, may God thy gold refine
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| 'Til all success be nobleness
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| And every gain devined
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| And you know when I was in school
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| We used to sing it something like this, listen here
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| Oh beautiful, for spacious skies
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| For amber waves of grain
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| For purple mountain majesties
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| Above the fruited plain
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| But now wait a minute, I’m talking about
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| America, sweet America
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| You know, God done shed his grace on thee
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| He crowned thy good, yes he did, in a brotherhood
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| From sea to shining sea
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| You know, I wish I had somebody to help me sing this
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| (America, America)
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| America, I love you America, you see
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| (God shed his grace on thee)
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| My God, He done shed his grace on thee
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| And you oughta love Him for it
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| Because He, He, He, He, crowned thy good
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| He told me He would, with a brotherhood
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| (From sea to shining sea)
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord, I thank you Lord
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| (Shining sea) |