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God Bless America, my home sweet home.

© Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright assigned
God Bless America, my home sweet home.

(C) Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
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God Bless America, my home sweet home.

(C) Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright
God Bless America, my home sweet home.

(C) Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright
God Bless America, my home sweet home.

© Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright assigned
God Bless America, my home sweet home.

© Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright assigned
God Bless America, my home sweet home.

© Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright assigned
God Bless America, my home sweet home.

(C) Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright
God Bless America, my home sweet home.

(C) Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
(C) Copyright
How sweet the answer Echo makes
To music at night;
When, rous'd by lute or horn, she wakes,
And faw away, o'er lawns and lakes,
Goes answering
beautiful dream 
Incense and perfume filled the air 
The sound of music was everywhere 

I met a woman by a babbling brook 
She was gifted, she was wise 
She
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender

[Barbra Streisand and Michael Crawford]
Hearing is believing, music is deceiving,
Hard as lightning, soft
lights, sweet music lounge through eleven
Let's walk in the garden, French windows open
Patio paving concrete and crazy
Roses in blossom, they're doing
Soft light pours into the room
Fingers glide over my face
A voice speaks, a figure moves
How could I walk these old dim halls again
How could I leave
crowd on its feet 

So we can set it off 

I've got your back  Salt  you know I'm never soft 

Yo  where's your records at? 

Right beside me
the juice
Music's the only thing that brings the dead right back to life
Have faith and it will guide you through the night just like a light

Never say Salt
grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over
dumb-ee-doo-aa
Is it true
To hear the fans scream
To stand in the lights
Is just like a dream
What a dream
To be what you are
A rock'n' roll star
To make
Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there 

A few red lights, a few old beds
We