| Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
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| And many times confused
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| Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken
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| And certainly misused
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| Oh, but I’m all right, I’m all right
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| I’m just weary to my bones
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| Still, you don’t expect to be bright and bon vivant
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| So far away from home
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| So far away from home
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| I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
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| I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
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| I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
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| Or driven to its knees
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| Oh, but it’s all right, it’s all right
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| For we’ve lived so well so long
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| Still, when I think of the road we’re traveling on
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| I wonder what’s gone wrong
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| I can’t help it, I wonder what’s gone wrong
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| And I dreamed I was dying
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| I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
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| And looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly
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| And I dreamed I was flying
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| And high up above, my eyes could clearly see
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| The Statue of Liberty sailing away to sea
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| And I dreamed I was flying
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| We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
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| We come on the ship that sailed the moon
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| We come in the age’s most uncertain hour
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| And sing an American tune
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| But it’s all right, it’s all right, all right
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| You can’t be forever blessed
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| Still, tomorrow’s going to be another working day
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| And I’m trying to get some rest
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| That’s all I’m trying to get some rest |