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Uh-Merica [Bonus Album Version] [*][Version]
by Regina Spektor
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Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
La, la, la
Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even knew I owned one
La, la, la
Somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling
La, la, la
Cuddling my semi-automatic what a very fuzzy feeling
La, la
Oh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Ohhh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
Oh, we're born alone and then we're covered by m-m-m-mothers' kisses
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic dash what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Oh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
One more time!
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Oh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
La, la, la
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
La, la, la
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
La, la, la
Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even knew I owned one
La, la, la
Somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling
La, la, la
Cuddling my semi-automatic what a very fuzzy feeling
La, la
Oh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Ohhh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
Oh, we're born alone and then we're covered by m-m-m-mothers' kisses
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic dash what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Oh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
One more time!
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Uh! Merica
Oh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
La, la, la
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
La, la, la
Emptying a cartridge at the sun
