For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain
America, America
God shed his grace on thee
And crowned thy good
With brotherhood
From sea to shining sea
Somehow, we went from this...
To this...
This land is my land
This land's not your land
I got a shotgun
And you ain't got one
You better get off
Or I'll blow your head off
This land is private properteeeeee
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