Bring me your poor, give me your weak,
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'cos I can make strong, the man who can't speak.
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I'm out on my own in the field of life,
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harvesting souls for your children and wife.
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Sam is your leader,
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the eagle has flown.
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He's making mountains,
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out of skin and bone.
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Sam is your leader,
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the eagle is here.
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I'd like to hate you ..
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but I love you dear.
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A nation of nations where wisdom are pearls,
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the lip of anger is starting to curl.
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The immigrants rally, hand on their hearts,
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bearing the load that's stacked on the cart.
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In the Tinsel Town country where a cowboy is king,
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a fortified pheonix takes to the wing.
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Defending old glory and turning invader,
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Liberties torch is a hand held Grenada.
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Sam Is Your Leader
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G.B.H. |