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Across the Sea

from Songs of Music by Próxima Parada

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While sitting at the station
Waiting to wander a little more
I wonder how she’s doing
Over on her shining, golden shore
Her name comes up often
We all know where she resides
She’s getting too greedy
Her flag has too much pride

As I sit here across the sea
Living the dream
In the middle of Italy
I can’t help but see her
As the Holy Roman Empire
She too must fall
From her weathered high-wire

Her beauty speaks volumes
She’s got mountains,
Deserts, two oceans
But she speaks too loudly
And causes too much commotion
Her first dream was so perfect
To preserve the blessings of liberty
Now her eyes glow with money
She's got no regard
For you or for me

Soon Christmas will pass
She’ll give another false resolution
She only gets fatter
Wading in pollution

As I sit here across the sea
I'm scheming up
How I can be free
Her sad, sad story
Only ends one way
If you don’t know her name
It’s Government U.S. of A.

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from Songs of Music, released September 26, 2014
Lyrics by Nicholas Larson
Recorded at Speak Studios, San Luis Obispo, CA
© Próxima Parada LLC 2014

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