| Sun beats down
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| Down on America
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| Down on American Gods
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| Playing live on Letterman
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| Life cuts hard
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| Out in America
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| So to all your American Gods
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| There’s no room for sentiment
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| And letting it go
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| Tell me all of my secrets
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| Tell me all of my lies
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| To sit ourselves among the best of all our American Gods
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| All our American Gods, all our American Gods
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| All we know as truth
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| (Oh, in America)
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| Empires fall
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| When we move the unmovable
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| But all my intelligent friends
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| See a long term benefit
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| In letting it go
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| Tell me all of my secrets
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| Tell me all of lies
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| Show my life in a mirror
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| Through the opposite side
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| And we kill for that moment
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| When we long to take flight
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| And sit ourselves among the best of all our American Gods
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| All our American Gods, all our American Gods
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| All our American Gods, all our American Gods
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| All our American Gods
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| Tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies
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| Show my life in a mirror through the opposite side
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| And we kill for that moment
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| And we long to take flight
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| And hold ourselves among the best of all our American Gods
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| All our American Gods, all our American Gods
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| All our American Gods, all our American Gods
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| All our American Gods, all our American Gods
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| All our American Gods, all our American Gods
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| All we know lies true |