Tekster: My American Heart. Postcards and Letters (Pittston).
There were yellow ribbons on every tree
And yellow orchids growing from the street
Postcards and letters swam to the shore
Locket and treasures on the river floor, yeah
We owe the streets of this small town
You live so quietly and us we speak so loud
We owe the streets of this small town
You live so quietly and us we speak so loud
We speak so loud
There were yellow ribbons on every tree
And yellow orchids growing from the street
Postcards and letters swam to the shore
And all the birds were singing ode's
Singing ode's oh no, oh no
We owe the streets of this small town
You live so quietly and us we speak so loud
We owe the streets of this small town
You live so quietly and us we speak so loud
We speak so loud
And yellow orchids growing from the street
Postcards and letters swam to the shore
Locket and treasures on the river floor, yeah
We owe the streets of this small town
You live so quietly and us we speak so loud
We owe the streets of this small town
You live so quietly and us we speak so loud
We speak so loud
There were yellow ribbons on every tree
And yellow orchids growing from the street
Postcards and letters swam to the shore
And all the birds were singing ode's
Singing ode's oh no, oh no
We owe the streets of this small town
You live so quietly and us we speak so loud
We owe the streets of this small town
You live so quietly and us we speak so loud
We speak so loud
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