• Song:

    Uh-merica

  • Artist:

    Regina Spektor

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E (022100@1)                                            AmMrs. (x02210@1)E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun, la, la, la
E (022100@1)                                            AmMrs. (x02210@1)E. Roosevelt didn't even know I owned one la, la, la
C (x32010@1)                                                             
Somewhere between the cobblestone floor 
                      G (320003@1)
and the slated wooden ceiling la, la, la
Am (x02210@1)                                         ECuddling (022100@1)my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling la la la
Am (x02210@1)        C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)                  E (022100@1)    AmOh, (x02210@1)there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

C (x32010@1)        GUh-merica, (320003@1)Uh-merica
Am (x02210@1)       EUh-merica, (022100@1)Uh- merica
Am (x02210@1)        C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)                  E (022100@1)    AmOh, (x02210@1)there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun.


Oh we're born alone and then we're covered by m-m-m-mother's kisses
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling
Cuddling my semi automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

Uh-merica, Uh-merica
Uh-merica, Uh- merica
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun


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