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(
Carl L. Marsh/
David Barratt)a tiny piece of america nearly blew my apartdriving on the wrong side of my english hearti found myself caught in mid-streami had a dream of a brand-new startphone lines lie across the atlantici guess it's time to fly trans-romanticare you lonesome baby usa?i heard you cry 3,000 miles awaygo west young man you said and i was on my waydon't shoot-i love you baby usaonce upon a time my world was an open bookthe pages turned but i stayed putnow like a pilgrim on plymouth soundi'm america bound hand and footthat's the pull of love's defectiona continental drift in my directiona yellow cab from here to eternitya fifty-floor building points to all things heavenlydown the roots of high anxietythere's just another story from the naked citydon't shoot-i love you baby usadon't shoot-i love you baby usadon't shoot-i love you baby usadon't shoot-i love you baby usa
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