It's coming through a hole in the air
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From those nights in Tienanmen Square
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It's coming from the feel
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That this ain't exactly real
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Or it's real but it ain't exactly there
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From the wars against disorder
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From the sirens night and day
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From the fires of the homeless
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From the ashes of the gay
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Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
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It's coming through a crack in the wall
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On a visionary flood of alcohol
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From the staggering account
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Of the Sermon on the Mount
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Which I don't pretend to understand at all
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It's coming from the silence
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On the dock of the bay
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From the brave, the bold, the battered
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Heart of Chevrolet
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Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
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It's coming from the sorrow in the street
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The holy places where the races meet
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From the homicidal bitchin'
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That goes down in every kitchen
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To determine who will serve and who will eat
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From the wells of disappointment
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Where the women kneel to pray
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For the grace of God in the desert here
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And the desert far away
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Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
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Sail on, sail on
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O mighty ship of state
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To the shores of need
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Past the reefs of greed
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Through the squalls of hate
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Sail on, sail on, sail on
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It's coming to America first
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The cradle of the best and of the worst
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It's here they got the range
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And the machinery for change
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And it's here they got the spiritual thirst
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It's here the family's broken
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And it's here the lonely say
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That the heart has got to open
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In a fundamental way
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Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
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It's coming from the women and the men
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Oh baby, we'll be making love again
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We'll be going down so deep
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That the river's gonna weep
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And the mountain's going to shout, "Amen"
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It's coming like the tidal flood
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Beneath the lunar sway
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Imperial, mysterious
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In an amorous array
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Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
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Sail on, sail on
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O mighty ship of state
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To the shores of need
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Past the reefs of greed
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Through the squalls of hate
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Sail on, sail on, sail on
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I'm sentimental if you know what I mean
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I love the country but I can't stand the scene
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And I'm neither left or right
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I'm just staying home tonight
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Getting lost in that hopeless little screen
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But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
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That time cannot decay
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I'm junk but I'm still holding up
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This little wild bouquet
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Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
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Sail on
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Sail on
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Sail on
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Democracy (New Recording)
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| Judy Collins |
