“America”
They’re coming from the hills
They’re coming from the fields
They’re coming from the streets
They’re reaching for a feel
With sweat upon their brow
With callous on their hands
With love inside their hearts
With strength they need to stand
And
They’ll give you what they have
They’ll tell you where to go
They come from where we are
They come from where we’ll go
Like rockets in the sky
Like eagles in their flight
They’ll take us on their backs
And
Lead us through the night
Into the dawn
So
Tell me it’s not America
On the move again
Tell me it’s not America
On the loose again
America
On the move
On the loose
Again
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
“America”
They’re coming from the hills
They’re coming from the fields
They’re coming from the streets
They’re reaching for a feel
With sweat upon their brow
With callous on their hands
With love inside their hearts
With strength they need to stand
And
They’ll give you what they have
They’ll tell you where to go
They come from where we are
They come from where we’ll go
Like rockets in the sky
Like eagles in their flight
They’ll take us on their backs
And
Lead us through the night
Into the dawn
So
Tell me it’s not America
On the move again
Tell me it’s not America
On the loose again
America
On the move
On the loose
Again
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