A wise man was telling stories to me
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About the places he had been to
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And the things that he had seen
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A quiet voice is singing something to me
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An age old song about the home of the brave
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In this land here of the free
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One time one night in America
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A lady dressed in white with the man she loved
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Standing along the side of their pickup truck
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A shot rang out in the night
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Just when everything seemed right
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Another headline written down in America
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The guy that lived next door in #305
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Took the kids to the park and disappeared
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About half past nine
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Who will ever know
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How much she loved them so
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That dark night alone in America
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A quiet voice is singing something to me
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An age old song about the home of the brave
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In this land here of the free
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One time one night in America
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Four small boys playing ball in a parking lot
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A preacher, a teacher, and the other became a cop
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A car skidded into the rain
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Making the last little one a saint
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One more light goes out in America
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A young girl tosses a coin in the wishing well
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She hopes for a heaven while for her
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There's just this hell
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She gave away her life
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To become somebody's wife
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Another wish unanswered in America
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People having so much faith
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Die too soon while all the rest come late
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We write a song that no one sings
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On a cold black stone
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Where a lasting peace will finally bring
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The sunlight plays upon my windowpane
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I wake up to a world that's still the same
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My father said to be strong
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And that a good man could never do wrong
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In a dream I had last night in America
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A wise man was telling storie to me
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About the places he had been to
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And the things that he had seen
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A quiet voice is singing something to me
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An age old song about the home of the brave
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In this land here of the free
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One time one night in America
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One Time One Night
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| Los Lobos |
