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Made in America
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Sambora, Supa
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Made in America
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Nineten fifteen nine
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Born down by the factories
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Cross the Jersey City line
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Raised on radio
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Just a jukebox kid
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I was alright
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Just a small town homeboy
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With big time dreams
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Foollowing his conscience
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In a world full of extremes
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Fresh outta high school
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Only seventeen
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I was alright
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Blinded by my vision
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There ws just no turning back
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Lika a runaway train
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Life was steaming down the track
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You'd say I'd never make it out
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But I kept on hanging on
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Every night I prayed to Jesus
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And held my head up strong
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I was alright
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I landed on my feet
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Made in America
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I was brought up on the street
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My old man's independence
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Seemed good enough for me
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I was made in America
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Made in America
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Never cared much about politics
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Til I was twenty one
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But I woke up when Lennon
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Found the wrong end of a gun
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He left his inspiration
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Before he said boodbye
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And we were alright
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We all lose out innocence
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It's impossible to hold
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I didn't know it then
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I had a packet full of gold
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When I kissed those younger days goodbye
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It almost broke my heart
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I was going to ghrough my growing pains
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I was driving in the dark
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But I was alright
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I landed on my feet
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Made in America
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I was brought up on the street
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I'm facing up to freedom
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And chacing down my dream
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I was made in America
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Yeah I was made in America
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Yeah we all lose our innocence
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It's impossible to hold
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I just didn't know it then
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I had a packet full of gold
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When they said I'd never make it
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I just kept on hanging on
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And every night I prayed to Jesus
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And I held my head up strong
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And I was alright
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I landed on my feet
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Made in America
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I was brought up on the street
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Facing up to who I am
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Chasing down my dream
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I was made in America
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Yeah I was made in America
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Made in America
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Richie Sambora |