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Up in the highest of heights, O'Hara blinks and fights
This land is yours, this land is mine
I see the captain in red and Cairo at his head
This land is yours, this land is mine

The lightning over the park, the waters, brash and dark
We take a swim, we take a swim
I never meant to escape the carpet and the trade
This land is yours, this land is mine
And when I make up my mind, I change it all the time
I take it back, I take it back
The numbers over the dam, Jo Davies and the Band
I count them out, I count them out

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There was a car in the bay by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light, in the water that we made
I'm counting it out, I'm counting it out, I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out to the floor

The ferry hatches Moline, Panola Beauty Queen
She takes a bow, she takes a bow
In Charles, we climb the hill and Danville window sill
I take it back, I take it back
(This land is not your land) My sister, she counts the bars, the Macon County cars
(For the right hand) She takes a bow, she takes a bow
(Takes what it can, ransacks) The Mississippi amends the Carver and the bends
(With the madman) This land is yours, this land is mine

(For this land is not yours) My brother punches my ear, the injured ivory deer
(Or mine to have) I call my dad, I call my dad
(This land was made for the) We skip inside of the store, the Mason winter door
(Good of itself) This land is yours, this land is mine

There was a car in the bay by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light, in the water that we made
I'm holding your hand by the shore with our collars pulled up tight
I'm counting it out, I'm counting it out, I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out, I'm counting it out, I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out

(This land is not your land, for the right hand)
(Takes what it can, ransacks with the madman)
(For this land is not yours or mine to have)
(This land was made for the good of itself)

Writer(s): Sufjan Stevens

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