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Staring out at the old man, |
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Watching the trains go by, |
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Well he lives his life on promises, |
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But i'm afraid the promise is all he's got, |
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You know life's too short to never take, |
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But if you stand aside it'll pass you by, |
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Chorus |
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He's from some place they call america, |
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But he's nothing more than a dead man walking around, |
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He's from some pace they call america, |
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Yeah america, |
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Ever since he was a boy, |
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He had dreams, |
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Dreams the size of god and he was, |
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Making plans, |
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Building buildings, |
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He was gonna have the world in his pocket, |
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The brooklyn bridge in his hands, |
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He looks outside his window, |
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And see's his past, |
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Comin' down, |
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On him, |
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For the rest of his life he will us kicking him down, |
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Too old to start again my friend, |
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Chorus |
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He's from some place they call america, |
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But he's nothing more than a dead man walking around, |
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He's from some pace they call america, |
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Yeah america, |
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Takin' me down, |
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Takin' the old man down, |
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Takin' me down, |
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Taking many lives over, over america, |
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Chorus |
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He's from some place they call america, |
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But he's nothing more than a dead man walking around, |
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He's from some pace they call america, |
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Yeah america |