| American me, so wild and so free
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| Crossing the borders did nothing to me
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| The milk and the honey were power and greed
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| That’s how it goes, American me
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| And the sun rising slow in the morning
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| Makes river lost low like the gold and a tanned hand is fast
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| The children are waiting as Clement, they’re washing their bodies
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| And pitchers of wine in the bed by the old, the old?
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| Long years ago I was there with a Mexican lady
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| A beautiful body, so graceful and? |
| sang
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| A mission bells ranging, we both gave our hearts to each other
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| Then we made love in the bed of the old?
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| American me, so wild and so free
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| Crossing the borders did nothing to me
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| The milk and the honey were power and greed
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| That’s how it goes, American me |