American born, American raised, American made My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen
All I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love The love that asks no questions, the love
Let's go back to yesterday, when a phone call cost a dime. in New Orleans, just a nickel. Turn back the hands of time. Turn back the hands of time. Picture
Was it just a dream? Were you so confused? Was it just a giant leap of logic? Was it the time of year, that makes a state of fear? Methods were the motives
My country, 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty Of thee I sing Land where my fathers died Land of the pilgrims' pride From every mountain side Let freedom
Deje un adios sin luz, el dia en que me marche, fronteras de autobus, kilometros de fe, y una novia en el anden. Las calles que vieron mi infancia,
I vow to thee, my country All earthly things above Entire and whole and perfect The service of my love The love that asks no questions The love that
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Now that your big eyes have finally opened Now that you're wondering how must they feel Meaning them that you've chased across America's movie screens
I can here the jackboots again Although I'm not in Nazi Germany And I'm not in Red China These are echos in my Home-Land They're every value un-American
Here we stand on the edge of the day Faces melting in the African rain So many seasons of silent war So many drowned before they reached the shore Nothing
I vow to thee my country, all earthly things above, Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love. The love that asks no question, the love that
Tell all the people who believe what they read in the press Tell all the folk who stare from behind suburban walls The enemy is not some nation far across
Je n'connais pas ce soleil Qui brule les dunes sans fin Je n'connais pas d'autre terre Quelle celle qui m'a tendu la main Et si un jour, je pars d'ici
la novia que deje, que al tiempo se la rente, mi casa mi lecho mis padres, mi viejo amigo el ladron, tantas cosas en las que embarre el corazon, las calles
Paese mio che stai sulla collina disteso come un vecchio addormentato la noia l'abbandono niente son la tua malattia paese mio ti lascio e vado via che
Let's go back to yesterday When a phone call cost a dime In New Orleans, just a nickel Turn back the hands of time Turn back the hands of time Picture
