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Well I rode that ribbon highway
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I saw above me the endless sky
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I saw below me the golden valley
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This land was made for you and me
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I've roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
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Through the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
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And all around me a voice was calling
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This land was made for you and me
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This land is your land
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This land is my land
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>From California
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To the New York island
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>From the Redwood Forest
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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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Well the sun came shining and I was strolling
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Through wheat fields waving and dust clouds
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rolling
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And a voice was sounding
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As the fog was lifting
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Saying this land was made for you and me
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This land is your land
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This land is my land
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>From California
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To the New York island
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>From the Redwood Forest
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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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THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
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| Bruce Springsteen |
