| Christmas in America
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| The kids are asleep
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| Dreaming dreams of America
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| Where life is cheap
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| This restless shifting earth is gonna suck you in one day, little baby
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| Come looking for the angels, but they’ve all flown away
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| And you can have, you can have fine clothes
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| Take you where you wanna go go go
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| And you can own a real fine home
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| Drowning in suburbia, your’e gone
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| Freeway killers and lost souls
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| Gang war in the barrio
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| Child whores of the golden state
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| Dying slowly on a piece of tape
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| Utopia can’t wait
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| Just look away, look away
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| Its late in the day
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| For all these cars of gunmetal grey and gold
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| Driving home before they get old
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| Look away, look away
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| Decline and fall
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| Decline and fall
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| Decline and fall
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| Decline and fall
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| I’m the king of Beverly Hills
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| And I don’t feel no ills
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| She’s my queen, the blondest girl you’ve ever seen
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| See, shes the one who needs the pills
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| Perfect woman, perfect wife
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| Smiles under the surgeons knife
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| And she can have, she can have fine clothes
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| Take you where she wants to go go go
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| And she can own a real fine home
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| Drowning in suburbia, she’s gone
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| All the palm trees and the ocean breeze
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| Eat all the food that you can eat
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| Keep all the things that you can keep
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| That you will never need
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| Decline and fall
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| Decline and fall
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| Decline and fall
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| Decline and fall |