| I want you to find me a gold diamond army
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| I want you to bury their souls
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| I’ll take all their money and leave hurt and bloodied
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| To break up the stories they’ve told
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| I hope that you know where to go
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| I hope that you know where to go
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| Here comes the fire, the flames burning higher
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| I hope that it buries their souls
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| I hope that you know where to go
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| I hope that you know where to go
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| And I got to know that I’ll feel all right
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| In America, in America
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| And I got to know that I’ll feel all right
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| In America, in America
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| I want you to find me a gold diamond army
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| I want you to bury their souls
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| I hope that you know where to go
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| I hope that you know where to go
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| And I really got to know that I’ll feel all right
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| In America, in America
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| And I got to know that we’ll be all inseparable
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| In America, in America
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| It’s so hard to explain, I know, I’ve known it all along
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| It’s just so damn insane to know I’m so far from my home
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| But I know that I’ll feel right at home
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| In America
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| But I know that I’ll feel right at home
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| In America, in America
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| And I feel, and I feel that I’ll never never never never never know
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| In America |