| Is that all America?
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| Bad television, living in denial, I know
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna know
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| Wanna run, wanna fly
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| Let my illusions take me through the night
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| It’s alright, wanna be the light
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| I was born in a cardboard box
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| New York City, 1963
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| Poetry readings and bohemians
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| Now inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud
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| I can hear you sing like an angel
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| Merilee, Merilee, she takes forever
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| But she’s always laughing, laughing about anything
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| I could be so happy
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| As long as my friends are hangin' around me
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| Are we all fast food and no introspection?
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| All done with mirrors, but no real reflection
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| I wanna live in my own little world
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| Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud
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| I can hear you sing like an angel
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| Naivete'…this world is lost on me
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| Naivete'…I don’t wanna know anyway
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| I always pictured my life this way
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| As two women order their chardonnay
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| Sitting alone in some dirty cafe
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| Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud
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| I can hear you sing like an angel |