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The Vast Spoils Of America
                                
                                    
                                        
                                    
                                    
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                            | Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man | 
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Текст песни The Vast Spoils Of America
                                                                There's something sweet about seeing the world
There's something great about Kansas
It's like staring across an ocean
Like seeing the first stars burn white
Through the swamp and trees of Southern night
Oh, I'll always have those mornings in
California where the mountains climb so tall
And waves crash blue around you
When everyone's passed out in the van
And I'm the one driving through the land
Alone in open roading
Ted's out in the seat right next to me
He's drooling on his sleeve
                        There's something great about Kansas
It's like staring across an ocean
Like seeing the first stars burn white
Through the swamp and trees of Southern night
Oh, I'll always have those mornings in
California where the mountains climb so tall
And waves crash blue around you
When everyone's passed out in the van
And I'm the one driving through the land
Alone in open roading
Ted's out in the seat right next to me
He's drooling on his sleeve
 
                            
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