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Kim Mitchell

America

 

America

(álbum: Aural Fixations - 1992)


Saw a face in the middle of America
Beating rhythm on the drumskin of my heart
In America

Felt like a child in the arms of America
Felt the crowd, heard the voices of billion breathing
In America

Where's the soft hearts in the back seat of the Cadillac shiny and red
Fast lane life here and I don't mind
But I really want to see those stars at night

Hold on America, ain't it the truth
Hold on these golden miles are through
Everything here can get a little bit hazy
Take more money than you can can make
Can't fall for that big ticket to take you away

All the glitter and gold in America
All the greed, all the hurt, all the glory to home
In America

So everybody thanks God in America
Heard he's gonna forget about the rest of the world
Take up in a America

'Cause it's a big party on the edge of life, another way to deny
Seems like I've travelled such a long long way
But I'd really love to stay but I've just gotta see those stars at night

Hold on America, ain't it the truth
Hold on these golden miles are through
Everything here can get a little bit hazy
Take more money than you can make
So don't fall for that big ticket to take you away

Happiness they say is down this long and lonesome road
Half way there I realized the whole story was not told

In America, in America

I really want to see those stars at night
Really just wanted to see
Really wanna see those stars at night

Hold on America, ain't it the truth
Hold on these golden miles are through
Hold on America, ain't it the truth
Hold on these golden miles are through

Yeah yeah yeah

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