| I made my home in a ten-ton bomb
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| And I was so happy with 28 years of free fallin'
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| Ah, but now it’s all guts and I’m bawlin'
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| She was born in a tenement walk-up
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| With shit for nerves, you know she never learned to talk to adults
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| She said «Everything's easier in here»
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| Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash
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| When the music is through, no she don’t look back
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| I’ve come to look for America too
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| All I ever wanted was a spot in the mountains
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| With an A-frame cabin and nobody counting our days
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| Or cursing or praising our name
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| But the best we could do is to enter the void
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| Like a wide-eyed child waking up to the noise of East Harlem
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| Don’t they see that we’re starving?
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| Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash
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| When the music is through, no she don’t look back
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| I’ve come to look for America too
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| And we stole the car on the 4th of July
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| I pawned my guitar and we drove through the night
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| I’ve come to look for America too
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| (Woah, woah)
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| (I've come to look for America too, woah, woah, woah
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| I’ve come to look for America too)
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| Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash
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| When the music is through, no she don’t look back
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| I’ve come to look for America too
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| And we stole the car on the 4th of July
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| I pawned my guitar and we drove through the night
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| I’ve come to look for America too (woah, woah, woah)
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| I’ve come to look for America too (woah, woah, woah)
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| I’ve come to look for America too (woah) |