Little America |
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Little America Lyrics |
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 I can`t see myself at thirty, I don`t buy a lacquered thirtyCaught like flies, preserved for tomorrow`s jewellery, again Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback Preserved for tomorrow`s eyes, in tree beer tar-black brer sap, The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we`re lost Who will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today`s belongings? Who will sweep the floors, hedging near the givens? Rally round your leaders it`s the mediator season Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she`s led? The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, The consul a horse, oh man I think we`re lost The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, A matter of course, Jefferson, Jeffer Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback Sky-lied, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in tree tar-black brer sap, Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader`s game Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle, The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we`re lost The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we`re lost |
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