100 lyrics for "America, America"

Divided states of the world Divided states of America If we don't all stand together, we will fall Let's reach across that great divide 'Cause they built these walls so high Oh, divided states of America If we don't all stand together (together), we will
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What if god doesn't care? And we will burn your cities down We will burn your cities down America is a killing name It doesn't feel or discriminate Life is just a killing field It's all that's left, nothing's real Throw away your disposable past And fall
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My mind, my body, my soul I feel like a bird floating through the sky just a little bit My mind, my body, my soul, floating through the sky just a little bit Feeling like I got nowhere to go So take one down and pass it around And give me your love like
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Please just listen 'cause I don't ask for much I am my own man, I make my own luck I know I let you down It's hard to stay I'm sorry for how I up and left this town I'm sorry, father Please forgive me I can't remember Please forgive me, no one is calling
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I should have left with you, with you No way out I met your best friend she went down And I should have made my move with you I shoulda, I woulda, I coulda but I didn’t Up and down jump off the deep end wreck this house Messed up now pissed off the in
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Fight, fight, fight, fight (Fight, fight, fight, fight) Clenching the fist of dissent Gnash down our teeth in hate and sing Sing revolution's song Die for America Crawl, crawl Do you hear revolution's call?
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I could tell that something wasn't right with you, with you I knew she was trouble from the first kiss (One, two, three, four) I could feel it blowing in the night wind Why don't you come back down so we can turn it around We grow apart just to be on our
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Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta Singing, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe In the heart of America Stolen from Africa, brought to America Said he was a Buffalo Soldier Win the war for America Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo
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It's a French kiss, Italian ice Spanish moss in the moonlight Just another American Saturday night Although usually it washes up on our shores She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the
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In every town and every place There's a boy who's tryin' to take a chance and dance And find a way to run away with her heart In the back of an old Ford truck In the bar just lookin' for love In a pair of oh my blue eyes Let them fireworks start That
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