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 Boston Harbor
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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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As I went rambling that ribbon of highway
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I saw above me a polluted skyway
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I saw below me a congested highway
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This Land was made for you and me
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On Sunday morning in the shadow of the steeple
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by the welfare office I see my people
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They stood there hungry, I stood there screaming
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This Land was made for you and me
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Nobody out there can ever stop me
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when I go walking that Freedom highway
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Nobody out there could ever make me turn
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This Land was made for you and me
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As I went walking I saw a sign there
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and on the sign it
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said no trespassing
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But on the other side it said nothing
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that side was made for you and me!
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This Land
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