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fences
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| as i was riding down that highway |
| a long train pulled up on the side |
| new york city standing there before me |
| aint seen the last of either one of them yet |
| if you have fences, they'll need some mending |
| anyone knows that's the way it's always been |
| i see the grain fields waving to the ocean |
| and the ocean waving in my new found friend |
| chorus: i see the stars sewn into a blue sky |
| i see the red and white when it blows |
| i see the pride in the people down below her |
| but i aint seen the last of 'em yet |
| the price of freedom, the price of freedom |
| is there anything somebody hasn't paid |
| i see old glory and she's standing all around me |
| but i aint seen the last of her yet |
| when i look down from the purple mountains |
| and see the tops of the redwoods to the west |
| my words can't tell you this overwhelming feeling |
| I can't believe just how much we've all been blessed |
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