Al Stewart – Russians And Americans (Guitar)

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So here we stand at the edge of

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Nineteen eighty-four, bracing ourselves once again

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For the storm approaching as

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Those who long before huddled in caves from the rain

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The enemy's face is so hard to see

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Sometimes it seems that I see him in you

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Sometimes in me, who can he be?

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No use consulting the prophets and leaders they all disagree

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Russians and Americans, here's a song for you

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Who carry the weight of the world on your heads

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Russians and Americans, tell me if it's true

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You really believe all the things that you've said

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The red-white-and-blue running into the red

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From the wars of Europe

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The pilgrim fathers set off with their hopes and their bond

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Some settled down by the coast, others

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Crossed the mountains and into the flatlands beyond from

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Scramble and dust of Muscovite streets

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Merchants develop the trade routes and open the door to the East, pioneer waves

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Choked by the cold breath of winter or baked by the heat of the day

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Russians and Americans, passing through the fire

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Of revolution and coming of age

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Russians and Americans, driven by desire

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Two players push to the front of the stage

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The whole world now watches each move that you make

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Two runners caught in the thrill of the race

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The finishing line is as far as the stars that the satellites chase

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Why quicken the pace? Why does it seem that you choose to lose reason before losing face?

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Russians and Americans, driven by the past

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The third world moves in the shadows you cast

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Russians and Americans, could turn the world to dust

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So much to live for, so much undiscussed

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So much in common and so little trust

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From the streets of Athens and Rome, the voices still echo to crumbling walls

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Look to the past and remember no, empire rises that sooner or later won't fall

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Forever the changes we still have to face

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Some people say that a country is more and idea than a place

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Though nothing is safe, we still choose the mark that we leave on the open canvas of space

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Russians and Americans, maybe you should see

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Into the heart of the world, not its head

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Russians and Americans, if you want to be

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The feet of the world, better mind where you tread

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The footprints of history are left where you step

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So here we stand at the edge of, nineteen eighty-four...