The Ugly Americans - Find Me Lyrics
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Find Me
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What Are The Lyrics For Find Me By The Ugly Americans?
If you try you just might find me
Look ahead and look behind me Look underneath the snowflake stars Far away from where you are But close enough to plainly see That's where I'll be And if you try you will And if you try you might come to finally see I wish you luck and I wish you could Find me Build a rainbow memory Of the way we once used to be Dry the ocean and dry the sea And that's where I'll be And if you try you will And if you try you might come to finally see I wish you luck and I wish you could Find me If you try you just might find me Look ahead and look behind me Underneath these pastel skies Or somewhere in a lullaby And if you try you will And if you try you might come to finally see I wish you luck and I wish you could I wish you luck and I wish you could Find me Well look underneath the red metal sea Well worn and fire damaged that's where I'll be I'm cut to ribbons that you'll tie in your hair Ringed with hope and promise and I'm everywhere Wish I could with all my might grab the stars in the night And when the sun wakes up the sky just to look into your eyes Wish I could with all my might grab the stars in the sky And stop this world from spinning round until the day that I'll be found |
Who Wrote Find Me By The Ugly Americans?
Bob Schneider, Corey Mauser
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What's The Duration Of The Find Me By The Ugly Americans?The duration of Find Me is 4:06 minutes and seconds. |
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