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Edited on Sat Jul-10-04 03:24 PM by King Of Paperboys
Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused. Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused.
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm just weary to my bones. Still you don't expect to be bright and bon vivant so far away from home, so far away from home.
I don't know a soul who's not been battered, I don't have a friend who feels at ease. I don't know a dream that's not been shattered Or driven to its knees.
Oh, but it's alright, it's alright, For we lived so well, so long. Still, when I think of the road we're trav'ling on, I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong.
And I dreamed I was dying, I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly, And looking back down at me, Smiled reassuringly.
And I dreamed I was flying, And high up above my eyes could clearly see the Statue of Liberty sailing away to sea, And I dreamed I was flying.
We come on a ship to Ellis Island. We come on a ship that sailed the moon. We come in the age's most uncertain hours And Sing an American Tune.
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright. You can't be forever blessed. Still tomorrow's goin' to be another working day, And I'm trying to get some rest. That's all I'm trying, to get some rest.
(c) Paul Simon, 1973
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I can't listen to this song without crying, and I can't stop listening, so I guess I have to go on crying, for now.
I want my country back. I hate feeling like a criminal and an outsider in the country I was born, the country I served in uniform, the country I've loved so well, so long.
I want the men and women who are dying for lies and oil and revenge to come home, safe. I want the women and men who wear the same uniform I once wore to protect the country I love, not to rape countries with which I have no quarrel.
I want America back.
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