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How can it be so cold out here in America
Everybody's packing heat in America
Training their barrels on the city streets of America
America, America
The cart has come unhitched from the horse in America
Down the hill and off the course of America
Founding fathers roll in their graves in America
In America, in America
The wind is blowing through the trees of America
A new kind of loneliness for me in America
Every bad man finds his peace in America
In America, America
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