This is not America
Sha-la-la-la-la
A little piece of you,
The little piece in me,
Will die
(this is not a miracle)
For this is not America
Blossom fails to bloom this season,
Promise not to stare,
Too long
(this is not America)
For this is not the 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
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
This is not America (No)
This is not
Sha-la-la-la-la
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
(this could be a miracle)
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
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
This is not America (No)
This is not,
Sha-la-la-la-la
This is not America (No)
This is not,
Sha-la-la-la-la
This is not America (No)
This is not,
Sha-la-la-la-la
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