| Had some good times
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| Jumping ship
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| And showing up on shore
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| Just pocket change to get us by
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| A little bit of grease to help us slide
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| Give us a nickel and take your mark
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| To squeeze under the door
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| Caught some big ones
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| Reeled em in
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| And hung em out to dry
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| From little fish to bigger things
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| A welcome push
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| An empty swing
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| Given the chance we’d stop to sing
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| And watch the world go by
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| And I tried to take my time
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| To get back up, hold on and climb
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| Into the arms, you’ll always find me
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| In England and America
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| (England and America)
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| It seems good to hold, to not let go
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| The safety net still hangs real low
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| And if I fall it’s good to know
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| There’s England and America
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| Showed our roots from time to time
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| And used it to ignite
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| Our wilder side to get up through
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| To push and pull, and come unglued
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| Mixture of red wine and blues
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| That run right through our lives
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| And I tried to take my time
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| To get back up, hold on and climb
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| Into the arms, you’ll always find me
|
| In England and America
|
| (England and America)
|
| It seems good to hold, to not let go
|
| The safety net still hangs real low
|
| And if I fall it’s good to know
|
| There’s England and America
|
| And I tried to take my time
|
| To get back up, hold on and climb
|
| Into the arms, you’ll always find me
|
| In England and America
|
| (England and America)
|
| It seems good to hold, to not let go
|
| The safety net still hangs real low
|
| And if I fall it’s good to know
|
| There’s England and America
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| England and America
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| England and America |