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Give us your tired and weak, and we will make them strong
Bring us your foreign songs, and we will sing along
Leave us your broken dreams, we'll give them time to mend
There's still a lot of love living in the promise land
Living in the promise land
Our dreams are made of steel
The prayer of every man is to know how freedom feels
There is a winding road across the shifting sand
And room for everyone living in the Promise land
So they came from a distant isle
Nameless woman, faithless child like a bad dream
Until there was no room at all
No place to run and no place to fall
Give us our daily bread, we have no shoes to wear
No place to call our home, only this cross to bear
We are the multitudes, lend us a helping hand
Is there no love anymore living in the romise land?
Living in the promise land
Our dreams are made of steel
The prayer of every man is to know how freedom feels
There is a winding road across the shifting sand
And room for everyone living in the promise land
And room for everyone living in the promise land
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