Oh in excitement
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home that we call this
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we charge with an eye on the line
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and we go over
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oh proud and strong
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we come down on babies and mothers
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and leave them to die
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while we plant all over
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and call it home
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So weep at life
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and leave me pray there
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but still I should call it home
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native soil
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has anyone stolen land
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and I love it like no other
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And now my grandfather say
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open your charge
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you charge when the trumpet calls
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blow on your flute
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pound on your drum
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victory calls
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oh no mother or child could
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resist any strong beat
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drive on west
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we will plant we will grow
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Wait and see my heart is bleeding
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but still I should call it home
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and teach my babies
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my sons and my daughters
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to love this place
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and share it with no one
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Then we started we shouted we drunk on the bounty
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I will plant my wheat
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I will hold my land here
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I will protect my ones
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I will protect my golden
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I will stand up on top
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and scream that I own land
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But what if the spirit lies in this way
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still should I call it home
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and then I will tell
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my sons and my daughters
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to hold it so dear
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and share it with all
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then I will tell
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my sons and my daughters
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to hold it so dear
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and share it with everyone
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This land is your land
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this land is my land
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from California to the New York islands
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from the red wood forests
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to the gulf stream waters
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this land was made for you and me
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Weight of The World/Leave Me Praying
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Dave Matthews Band and Dave Matthews |