| Oh my love, it’s a long way we’ve come
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| From the freckled hills to the steel 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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| Oh, oh oh, America
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| (Polish, Irish, German, Italian)
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| Last saw your face in a watercolour sky
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| As sea birds argue, a long goodbye
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| I took your kiss, on the spray of the Newline Star
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| You gotta live with your dreams, don’t make them so hard
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| And these are the hands, that built America
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| (The Irish, the Blacks, the Chinese, the Jews)
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| Ah, ah ah, America / Hand
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| (Korean, Hispanic, Muslim, Indian)
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| Of all of the promises, is this one we could keep
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| Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach
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| Out ta outa reeeach
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| (Dream-oh-yeah)
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| (Oh oh-dream, oh love)
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| It’s early fall, 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
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah America |