| The sun spangled morning
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| That wakes up the city
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| With sidewalks all glitter and gold
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| I sit on the edge of my bed
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| Hoping that something
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| Will take me down to tinsel town road
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| And I dream of the heart of America
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| Where the fires are burning so bright
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| And I scream for the heart of America
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| With my eyes open wide and a yearning inside
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| Yesterday the thorn of misfortune was bleeding you
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| And nobody shared your ups and your downs
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| But tomorrow, somebody somewhere will love you
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| 'Cos the love that you lost
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| Is the luck that we found
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| Let’s go find the heart of America
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| We’ll storm the jailhouse and throw down the keys
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| Let’s do what they do in the picture shows
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| Tear down the fences
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| Put up a playground
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| And set ourselves free
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| The dreamboat a sailing out yonder
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| Is calling us
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| We can’t stay afloat any longer
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| We’re falling
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| Let’s be dreamers and sail upon it
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| Let’s believe and live out our promises
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| Deep in the heart of America
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| Where it sparkles with neon and stars
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| We’ll keep reaching out for a miracle
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| 'Cos no one will care or know who we are |
| Let’s go find the heart of America
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| We’ll storm the jailhouse and throw down the keys
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| Let’s do what they do in the picture shows
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| Tear down the fences
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| Put up a playground
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| And set ourselves free
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| I dream of the heart of America
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| Where the fires are burning so bright
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| I scream on the heart of America
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| With my eyes open wide and a yearning inside |