| I'll tell you, I've never been there
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| Where houses plunge into the clouds
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| Maybe that's why I'm not an idiot yet
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| I have not been to the land of miracles
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| I won't sing like Bob Marley
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| I would hardly understand myself
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| Don't look stupid, pour it out of the bottle
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| I really wouldn't know
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| We no longer have to wear red shorts
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| That's why I'm not singing Yesterday
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| And a hundred times baby in each verse
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| Don't be angry behind the big puddle
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| That Coca Cola is not that great
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| Seriously for the meat bun
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| Although it's not a stupid idea
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| Donald, where are you eating dumplings?
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| I was destined to live here
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| He was boiling, horseradish and drinking beer
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| You'd talk like a pig in rye there
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| I don't want to sit on my ass in front of anyone
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| I'm not from the US, I'm not from the US
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| I'm really not from the US and maybe don't be mad at me
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| Maybe I should have a big house there
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| The largest on Elm Street
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| And also one expensive car
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| As a lord, I could live there
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| Sometimes it really pisses me off
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| When I think about the comfort
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| But I probably wouldn't have you there
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| Not even my little pub
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| I was determined…
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| Forever, we look out of our other people's boots
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| We'll bow before we get in there
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| Maybe it's warm there, but mostly it stinks
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| I don't want to bow anymore, I want to stand straight… |