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A little piece of you
The little peace of me
Will die
Oh this is not America
Blossom falls to bloom
This season
Promise not to stare
Too long
For this is not a miracle
There was a time
The wind that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have
The faintest idea
For this is not America
Sha la la la la
Sha la la la la
Sha la la la la
This is not America
Snowman melting from the inside
Falcon spirals to the ground
So bloody red tomorrows clouds
A little piece of you
The little peace of me
Will die
Oh this is not America
There was a time
The storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have
The faintest idea
For this is not America
Sha la la la la
Sha la la la la
Sha la la la la
This is not America
This is not America, no
This is not America, no
No, no, no
No...
This is not America
No...
This is not America
Sha la la la la
