She¡¯s up before the sun, on the run
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Another dollar, another day, another cup of coffee
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Thank you Lord for giving me one more
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She still leans on her dreams but it seems
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Sometimes she¡¯s the only one who still believes
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That life is hard, so she takes it on
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With an American Heart
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And it beats like a drum down in New Orleans
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Sings like a Motown melody
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It dreams like California
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Bigger than the Texas sky
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It bleeds
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It scars
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But it shines when times get hard
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And you can¡¯t break an American heart
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From the small town Friday night lights
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To the Broadway neon burning up bright
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We¡¯re all the same and it¡¯s in our veins
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A spirit that you can¡¯t keep down
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A fire inside that¡¯ll never burn out
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If you are the owner of
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An American Heart
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¡®Cause it beats like a drum down in New Orleans
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Sings like a Motown melody
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It dreams like California
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Bigger than the Texas sky
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It bleeds
|
It scars
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But it shines when times get hard
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And you can¡¯t break an American heart
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An American heart
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And it beats like a drum down in New Orleans
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Sings like a Motown melody
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It dreams like California
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Bigger than the Texas sky
|
It bleeds
|
It scars
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But it shines when times get hard
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And you can¡¯t break
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You can¡¯t break an American heart
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An American heart
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American Heart
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| Faith Hill |
