America.

If you're all the bad things,

Why do I want to open my wings,

And fly into your heart,

Although we're so far apart,

Right now you don't know me,

But i'll strive to be,

With you soon,

Maybe late afternoon,

Sipping coke from the bottle,

Going full throttle,

We got the wind in our hair,

Without a care.

The End

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