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Introdução:
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I've been knockin' on the door that holds the throne
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I've been lookin' for the map that leads me home
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I've been stumblin' on good hearts turned to stone
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The road of good intentions has gone dry as bone
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We take care of our own
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We take care of our own
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Wherever this flag's flown
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We take care of our own
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From Chicago to New Orleans, from the muscle to the bone
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From the shotgun shack to the Superdome
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We yelled "help" but the cavalry stayed home
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There ain't no-one hearing the bugle blown
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We take care of our own
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We take care of our own
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Wherever this flag's flown
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We take care of our own
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Where the eyes, the eyes with the will to see
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Where the hearts, that run over with mercy
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Where's the love that has not forsaken me
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Where's the work that set my hands, my soul free
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Where's the spirit that'll reign, reign over me
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Where's the promise, from sea to shining sea
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Where's the promise, from sea to shining sea
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Wherever this flag is flown
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Wherever this flag is flown
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Wherever this flag is flown
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We take care of our own
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We take care of our own
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Wherever this flag's flown
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We take care of our own
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We take care of our own
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We take care of our own
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Wherever this flag's flown
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We take care of our own