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Springtime and butterfliesOh, they paint my eyes the colorsOf the fruited plains your brothersPenned to propagate their prideAmerica, isn't quite rightIs is the sight beyond my glasses?Do burning crosses hide behindAll those elephants and asses?Don't you mind thatOr the pointed hat, no?It's just a bureaucrat, ohHe's fighting for your right to speak against him butDon't you dare do itAmericaI've got a dreamIt's a rare commodityLa la la la L'AmericaI can hope for equalityI'll plant my seedAnd wait for germinationLa la la la L'AmericaThe rebirth of a nationMight as well forgive you nowLetras de canciones'Cause you'll apologize tomorrowAfter all the pain and sorrowWe'll hold hands and sing aboutAmerica, land of the freeWith our tongues in our cheeksWe'll hum the songsBut it's not okay to oppress then sayYou're sorry and move onDon't sound so sourYou haven't had your hour, no?The burden's yours and ours, ohThe line that keeps us separate makes us equals soDon't you dare move itAmericaTake me out and take me to the city nowLet me march beside the screaming people nowWe'll remove the cause for any pity nowCome on, come on, come on now From Letras Mania