America
My Dear
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Written by Dewey Bunnell, ©1983 Found on Your Move, Premium Gold Collection, Centenary Collection, and Highway.
Here in the dawn As I walk through this dream As I have done since ages now gone Shall I read you the letter They sent postmarked from somewhere out here It's in Latin, I think, I don't know Can you help me, my dear Please, can you help me, my dear
Near to their bed They sit sipping their tea, watch the sea Move the sand through their heads Did I show you the marks on the wall Left by captains now dead They fell fighting for peace in their lives Or so it is said Please, can you help me, my dear Please, can you help me, my dear
You can't miss it A blue forest on a green sky You must risk it Don't ignore us if you want us to If we want us to survive
Where will I be After watching them walking the pier At the mouth of the sea They're in love with the news And don't show if they're living in fear They eat ice cream alone Watch the waves at the end of the pier Please, can you help me, my dear Please, can you help me, my dear
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