Verse 1:
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The wheels are spinning, the panel is gathering dust.
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Beads of sweat on our faces.
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Smoke flows from the ashtray.
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Halfway behind, ahead of the border!
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And somewhere outside the window is our little house.
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We are with you for a big million.
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But first of all, the plane.
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Everything else later.
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Keep your nose up, don't lose hope!
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Grandmothers stuffed everything under their clothes.
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In underwear and even in between.
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God save the king, and me, the ignoramus.
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Playing a role, I'm like Benjon.
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So, gathered guys, attention!
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And the border guard right in the eyes.
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"We are tourists, sconce, back in USSA"
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Chorus:
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Wait for me, I'm on my way from Dallas!
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There is a million in the bag, there are voices in my head. |
(Made in USA)
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Wait for me, I'm on my way from Dallas!
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There is a million in the bag, there are voices in my head. |
(Made in USA)
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Verse 2:
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We clap our eyelashes and take off.
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Our team leads the second half.
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But now this is the only comment.
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The calendar turned out to be complicated this year.
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But well done boys! |
You call them fathers!
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Exclusively our ingenuity and muscle strength!
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Chorus:
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Wait for me, I'm on my way from Dallas!
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There is a million in the bag, there are voices in my head. |
(Made in USA)
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Wait for me, I'm on my way from Dallas!
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There is a million in the bag, there are voices in my head. |
(Made in USA)
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Where is the customs?
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We need to go there!
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We can go there!
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Wait for me, I'm on my way from Dallas!
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There is a million in the bag, there are voices in my head.
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(Made in USSA, wait for me, me...)
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Wait for me on the way from Dallas.
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There's a million in the bag, voices in my head!
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(Made in USA)
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Where is the customs?
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(Made in USA)
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Where is the customs?
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(Made in USA) |