America The Pitiful

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    Oh pitiful for smoggy skies
    With amber lanes of waste
    With Dreadful mountain poverty's
    So many infants slain

    America, America
    God shed his wrath on thee
    No livelihood, It's just not good
    From sea to blackened sea

    Time ticks away, but still they play
    With plans of conquering
    The industry, they think they're free
    Toy soldiers of the damned

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    America, America
    God shed his death on thee
    No livelihood, it's just not good
    From sea to blackened sea

    Oh Beautiful for spacious skies

    With amber waves of grain
    With purple mountain majesties
    Above the fruited plain

    America, America
    God shed his grace on thee
    With crown thy hood and brotherhood
    From sea to shining sea

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