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I Am Erica words and music by Bill Pere July
4, 2008
Looking at the cracks in the factory windows Looking at the cracks in my hands Looking at the empires built on the backs of the working man Can't make a living making anything useful You just can't make it here Maybe you can keep a job mass producing fear I am Erica, The world listened to me They sent their tired huddled masses yearning to be free I am Erica, somehow I've lost my way But I know the torch will shine another day…. Looking at the small town main street back roads Looking at the lay of the land The shuttered shops all watch the ghosts of marching bands Hopes once built of sweat and steel Now rusted with despair Traded in for promises as thin as air I am Erica, Once I had ideals Then I closed my eyes and forgot how great that feels I am Erica, I took a wrong turn It's looking like I've still got things to learn… Cracks in the pipelines cracks in the truth Cracks in the values we give to our youth Cracks in the borders cracks in the fences Cracks in the air and the ice and defenses Crack's in the veins of the streets of the city Once I was a diva, but now I ain't pretty… I Am Erica, The world listened to me They sent their tired, huddled masses yearning to be free I Am Erica, somehow I've lost my way But I know the torch will shine another day…. I AmErica, Once I had
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"If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died what one man's life could be worth, I wonder what would happen to this world?" --- Harry Chapin |