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  • In a town in southernmost sicily
  • Lived a family too proud to be poor
  • In the year that fever took father away
  • They hastened for american shores
  • Now a mother and her son are standing in line
  • Its a cold day on ellis isle
  • And they look to the statue of liberty
  • For the boy we have american life
  • Ong is a laotian refugee
  • He works in the audio trade
  • The smoke from flux is filling his lungs
  • Hes earning minimum wage
  • Spending spare time down on
  • San pablo ave
  • Once a week gets a woman for the night
  • And he writes home tales of prosperity
  • For the boy we have american life
  • Bob is an unemployed veteran
  • Born and bred in the south bronx
  • Hes living off the streets down in east l.a.
  • Residing in a cardboard box
  • Now he plays a little quit and he has a small dog
  • Searching for aluminum cans
  • And he hold on tight to his dignity
  • He was born into american life

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