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As I look upon the empty walls |
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Of the home I'm leaving |
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I turn off the light and close the door |
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With the bag I'm taking |
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And all my friends say they approve |
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They say "it's gonna be so good for you" |
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And I don't have it all figured out quite yet |
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I'm still trying to find my way |
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And I must have a Union Jack wrapped around my wrist |
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And a sign on my back saying I'm English |
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Cos wherever I go the folks are all grinning |
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Saying "welcome to America" |
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So I pick up the keys to a broken down Jeep |
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But that is not how it was sold to me |
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My phone company says the don't trust me |
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On acocount of my foreign residency |
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The land of oppoutunity |
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The place where all your refills come for free |
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And I must have a Union Jack wrapped around my wrist |
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And a sign on my back saying I'm English |
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Cos wherever I go the folks are all grinning |
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Saying "welcome to America" |
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Just walking around they know that I'm from out of state |
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The way that I talk must be completely out of place |
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Wherever I go the folks are all grinning |
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Saying "welcome to America" |
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Officer I did not know what a car-pool was |
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Cos we don't have them back home |
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My bank tells me I'm not credit worthy |
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Till I prove what I can earn |
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I've got so much left to learn |
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But as I look upon the empty walls |
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Of the home I live in |
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I must have a Union Jack wrapped around my wrist |
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And a sign on my back saying I'm English |
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Cos wherever I go the folks are all grinning |
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Saying "welcome to America" |
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Just walking around they know that I'm from out of state |
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The way that I talk must be completely out of place |
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Wherever I go the folks are all grinning |
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Saying "welcome to America" |
