| American Clouds |
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| Flying like an aeroplane |
| Faster than the falling rain |
| My brain is in the cirrus clouds |
| Scattered in American crowds |
| Running like a diesel train |
| Racing from the heart through a vein |
| Pushing the unmovable plow |
| I know I have to make it somehow |
| Welcome to your brightest day |
| Everything is fading away |
| We’ll rise above the burial shroud |
| Scattered in American clouds |
