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Worldwide American Spirit

She pops up
It all started in Utrecht
That’s where we learnt about her
She followed me home
Well, she followed me back to Turin
She followed him back to Milan
And there, she was,
Patiently waiting.
She quietly showed up in Florence too
And was noticed
By a girl from Genoa
Who had been in Dublin
And to whom we had introduced her to.
She’s in our hearts
She’ll always be in our hearts
Or, oh,
In our lungs.
There she will always be
Our favourite

10 Mar 07

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