I gazed upon you from the bleachers
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A creature so foreign to me
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With the stars and the stripes wrapped around you
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Well how could I know there was England below?
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I gazed upon you and I wondered
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Cheerleader with hair of red flame
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But that was first glance - I saw only the dance
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And the distance from New York to Yorkshire
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Truth's always stranger than fiction
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And here it's especially true
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Here in the home of Miss USA
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What's a wide-eyed English boy going to do?
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I never knew much about baseball
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But I was quick with the US clichA¨Ï
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The crowd gave a roar and I don't know what for
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The Major League rules get me so confused
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Truth's always stranger than fiction
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The cheerleader showed me around
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You with the heart of the USA
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And me with the spite of a small English town
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Central Park after dark, is safe these days
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Depending on the game you play..
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America. House of Blues
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What do you know?
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Gimme the news.
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America. Shock and awe.
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Not any more.
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America I'm ready for you
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Tell me what to do
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Tell me what to do
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Tell me what to do.
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Especially True
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Marillion |