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American dreams are made of candy, love and peace The melting pot is getting hot as time goes by The baseball game has got the fans all worked in overtime The Pumpkin pie is laced with self-hypnotic waste Our founding father, George, he cannot tell a lie A couching man lies in an allyway in Downtown Riverside We're taught in school to make a pleadge unto a flag One nation under God, who acts like God is dead All our dreams come true in America You make me blue in America You make me sick in America I feel the shifting of American Dreams I live in America I die in America From Letras Mania