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Dafremen
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R. Dafremen
Once upon a time in America
Lived a man with a job
And a pocket full of broken dreams
"With my bills to pay
There just ain't no way
I'll ever rest before I die."
Said the man, then he cried
Because nothing's simple as it seems
Nothing's simple as it seems
When we're asked so young
To do the right things right
Not the right things wrong
Or the wrong things right
But there is noone
To tell a young boy how to keep
His hopes from chasing broken dreams.
Once upon a time in America
Lived a woman all alone
With a lot of bitter memories
"With my kids to feed
And the clothes they need
I'll never rest before I die"
Said the woman as she cried
"Never find a man to marry me."
Never found him it seems
Cuz she started so young
To do the wrong things right
And the right things wrong
Not the right things right
And there was noone
To keep young men's passions
From leaving her with bitter memories.
And they said to me
Boy be glad you're free
Count your blessings everyday
Because you were born American
And I feel so free
Til I start to see
That we've lost so many things
That made it great to be American
So if you ask me
We're really not that free
When our money means more
Than the children of America
Bless the children of America
Once upon a time in America
Lived a lonely boy
With a pain that he could show noone
"Nobody cares for me
Not my family
Feel like I wanna die"
Said the boy as he cried
Then pulled the trigger on his daddy's gun.
Pulled the trigger it seems
Cuz since he was young
He'd done the right things right
Not the right things wrong
Or the wrong things right
But there was noone
In his house to hear him out
When he felt the pain that he would feel.
And they said to me
Boy be glad you're free
Count your blessings everyday
Because you were born American
And I feel so free
Til I start to see
That we've lost so many things
That made it great to be American
So if you ask me
We're really not that free
When our careers mean more
Than the children of America
Bless the children of America
Once upon a time in America
Lived a couple with a child
And a love that had become routine
"She's not happy with me
and I wanna be free"
Said the man one night
Left her after a fight
Guess that nothing's simple as it seems.
Nothing's simple as it seems
When we start so young
With the wrong things right
In a happy home
Til we cry all night
Cuz we're all alone
And our mother's at work
And daddy's our weekend routine.
And they said to me
Boy be glad you're free
Count your blessings everyday
Because you were born American
And I felt so free
Til I started to see
We gave up so many things
That made it great to be American
So if you ask me
We're really not so free
When our happiness means more
Than the children of America
Bless the children of America
Yea if you asked me
We will never be free
Til we realize
We've been living lies
And the children we scar
Chasing who we are
Are all going to run America
They're the future of America
Bless the children of America
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