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Five For Fighting Slice

I get a little tired Looking through the trees Sitting on the 405 Hoping for a breeze Everybody's gunning You got something to see I gotta sell this

I don't know you, I never met you For laughs I'll call you Sam You were the son of Mrs. Someone I hope she understands Sam you were all that you had

? Are we more than just a slice Of American pie? We're more than a slice We're more than a slice We're more than just a slice Of American pie

At 17 she left Long Island bound for Hollywood Another story like the ones you've heard before He left her broken like you figured, like you knew he would

in red Tuesday came and went one, one September when Will she come again? The thing about memories they're sure and bound to fade Except for the stolen

Can you join in, come on Are we more than just a slice of American Pie We're more than a slice We're more than just a slice of American Pie

Can you join in, come on Are we more than just a slice of American Pie We're more than a slice We're more than just a slice of American Pie

: This is not our favorite song but the night is moving right along may I have your hand, may I have this dance. I sense that you are amused, but you

: I get a little tired Looking through the trees Sitting on the 405 Hoping for a breeze Everybody's gunning You got something to see I gotta sell this