P.U.S.A.

	作曲 : Dixgård, Norén
	Drove around till five 'o clock
	It was drivers day,
	I drove the driver away
	Now I must speed up, get up, wipe up, everything
	I've gotWanna hit the pretty ice in my big city with my big cliches
	And if I get out, give up, get along with myself
	I've gotta get it on the dance floor, baby where
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	United States of
	AmericaI've got my brotherhood to help me, take 'em there
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	United States of
	AmericaIn the
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	States of
	AmericaIn the
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	States of
	AmericaPolice asked me where to go in a nowhere land
	I'm in a state of sand
	And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell,
	I'll be okay
	Brother's on my right and left
	They don't give a shit about my bottomless pit
	And I know,
	I will turn 'em, all you mothers in n' out
	I wanna get it on the dance floor, baby where
	In the Post
	United States of
	AmericaI've got my brotherhood to help me [Incomprehensible]
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	AmericaIn the
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	Love me, fool me, drink my wine
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	United States of
	AmericaI wanna go with those who live and dies
	In the Post
	United States of
	AmericaIn the
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	zuò qǔ : Dixg rd, Noré n
	Drove around till five ' o clock
	It was drivers day,
	I drove the driver away
	Now I must speed up, get up, wipe up, everything
	I' ve gotWanna hit the pretty ice in my big city with my big cliches
	And if I get out, give up, get along with myself
	I' ve gotta get it on the dance floor, baby where
	In the Post
	United States of
	AmericaI' ve got my brotherhood to help me, take ' em there
	In the Post
	United States of
	AmericaIn the
	Post United
	States of
	AmericaIn the
	Post United
	States of
	AmericaPolice asked me where to go in a nowhere land
	I' m in a state of sand
	And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell,
	I' ll be okay
	Brother' s on my right and left
	They don' t give a shit about my bottomless pit
	And I know,
	I will turn ' em, all you mothers in n' out
	I wanna get it on the dance floor, baby where
	In the Post
	United States of
	AmericaI' ve got my brotherhood to help me Incomprehensible
	In the Post
	United States of
	AmericaIn the
	Post United
	States of
	AmericaIn the
	Post United
	States of
	America Inaudible
	Love me, fool me, drink my wine
	In the Post
	United States of
	AmericaI wanna go with those who live and dies
	In the Post
	United States of
	AmericaIn the
	Post United
	States of
	AmericaIn the
	Post United
	States of
	America