 Little america lyrics ( Rem )   
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 Rate Little America
Artist : Rem
Song : Little america
I can’t see myself at thirty, I don’t buy a
lacquered thirty
Caught like flies, preserved for tomorrow’s
jewelery, 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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