| Oh my love
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| It’s a long way we’ve come
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| From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons
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| From the stony fields, to hanging steel from the sky
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| From digging in our pockets, for a reason not to say goodbye
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| These are the hands that built America
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| Russian, Sioux, Dutch, Hindu
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| Polish, Irish, German, Italian
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| I last saw your face in a watercolour sky
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| As sea birds argued a long goodbye
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| I took your kiss on the spray of the new line star
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| You gotta live with your dreams
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| Don’t make them so hard
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| And these are the hands that built America
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| These are the hands that built America
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| The Irish, the Blacks, the Chinese, the Jews
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| Korean, Hispanic, Muslim, Indian
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| Of all of the promises
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| Is this one we can keep?
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| Of all of the dreams
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| Is this one still out of reach?
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| Its early fall
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| There’s a cloud on the New York skyline
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| Innocence dragged across a yellow line
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| These are the hands that built America
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| These are the hands that built America |