| Where do you live? |
| Where do you eat?
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| Do you still live on Semaphore Street?
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| The children we were have grown into us
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| You in a car and me in a bus
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| How do you know you’ll recognize me?
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| I’m not too clear, but I’m easy to see
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| Moving alone through the fossilized crowd
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| People in motion who feel so loud, yeah
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| I gave America your name and she taped it on the sea
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| I gave America your kiss and she blew it over me
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| What ya see
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| How do you know when you’ve gone too far?
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| Look in the mirror, that’s where you are
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| People go by on their legs and their hands
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| Bury their heads in the evening sands
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| I gave America my blood and she drank it gratefully
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| I told America her weight and she said you’d wait for me
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| All of me
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| Someone like you impresses my head
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| Maybe it’s true I’m not totally dead
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| This is goodbye, yeah, I’ve said it before
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| This time you’re not gonna see me no more, well
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| I gave America her head and she fired it at me
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| I gave America her mouth and she turned it on to me
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| I gave America her heart and it’s beating over me
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| I gave America her gold and she melted over me |