Regina Spektor - Uh-merica

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Mrs. E Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
Mrs. E Roosevelt didn’t even knew I owned one
Somewhere betweeen the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh… There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh-merica
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, what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh… There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh-merica
There’s nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun