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STEEPLES OF WHITE, WINDS OF CHANGE AND FEAR
FLAGS ON FIRE, SOMETHING LOOMING NEAR
FROM SHORE TO SHORE....FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA
I AM THIS LAND...MAYBE THIS LAND IS ME
FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT
MY INNOCENCE...WONDERING WHERE IT WENT
YOU MUST DEFEND, WHAT YOU THINK IS YOURS
‘ SOMETIMES I FIGHT...LITTLE DIRTY WARS
ITS THE AMERICAN IN ME
FOXHOLE PRAYERS, CRUCIFIXTIONS BURN
YOU CAN ENDURE, THAT DON’T MEAN YOU LEARN
I’M NOT EVEN SURE, WHAT IS BEING DONE
SOMETIMES I WONDER, WHAT WILL BECOME
OF THE AMERICAN IN ME
SOMETIMES I LOOK, I DON’T WANNA SEE
ITS THE AMERICAN IN ME
OLD MEN IN DINING CARS OF ALL NIGHT TRAINS
LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW AT THE SMALL TOWN NAMES
THEY DREAM OF DAYS GONE BY WITH EYES SOAKED
IN REVERIE
AND SINGING , “ MY COUNTRY TIS’ OF THEE”
SOMETIMES I’M RIGHT, SOMETIMES I’M WRONG
SOMETIMES I GO, WHERE I DON’T BELONG
WHAT'S LIBERTY, THE HISTORY BOOKS ARE STAINED
SOMETIMES I’M PROUD, SOMETIMES I’M SO ASHAMED
OF THE AMERICAN IN ME
DON’T MISTAKE DISSENT FOR DISLOYALTY
ITS THE AMERICAN IN ME