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