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Blessed are the bullies
For one day they will have to stand up
To themselves
Blessed are the liars
For the truth can be awkward.
It's not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around.
Look around
Look around
Look around
It's a sound
Look around
Look around
It's a sound
It's not a place
This country is to me a thought
That offers grace
For every welcome that is sought
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American Soul
It's not a place
This is a dream the whole world owns
The pilgrim's face
It had your heart to call her home
Call home, Brother John
So many mothers weepin'
Dream on, Brother John
In your dreams you get me sleepin'
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American Soul
American
American
Put your hands in the air
Hold on the sky
Could be too late
But we still gotta try
There's a moment in our life where a soul can die
And the person in a country when you believe the lie
The lie
There's a promise in the heart of every good dream
It's a call to action, not to fantasy
The end of a dream, the start of what's real
Let it be unity
Let it be community
For refugees like you and me
A country to receive us
Will you be our sanctuary
Refu-jesus
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American Soul
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American Soul
American Soul
American Soul
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