| «I wanna see a circle pit!»
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| YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!
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| We’re all caught in a dream at different speeds
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| Chasing the highs that keep us high
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| But nothing will do, no, nothing is new
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| So I keep a close eye on you
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| I want more, give me more, I want more
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| Not America
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| Not the place I love
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| Not a mountaintop
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| Not a setting sun
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| I find no comfort here for my soul
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| The terrible tones we never expose
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| Carry the weight we love the most
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| The second of things were never to be
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| The first of our hopes, first of our dreams
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| I want more, give me more, I want more
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| Not America
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| Not the place I love
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| Not a mountaintop
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| Not a setting sun
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| I find no comfort here
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| Not America
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| Not the place I love
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| Not a thousand peaks
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| Not a thousand stars
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| I find no comfort here for my soul
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| My soul
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| Yeah, come on
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| All right
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| Woo
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| Not America
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| Not the place I love
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| Not a mountaintop
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| Not a setting sun
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| I find no comfort here
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| Not America
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| Not the place I love
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| Not a thousand peaks
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| Not a thousand stars
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| I find no comfort here for my soul
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| All my life I have tasted of the earth
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| Prone to try and secure the lesser worth
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| But every day the sun arrives and the moon when day is done
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| Still my heart it beats inside my chest, they’re obeying only one
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| Not a politic, not a scientist, not a currency, not a lover’s kiss
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| Not a selfish aid, not a clean escape, not the prayerful plan of a prideful man
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| Not a rush of fame
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| Not a critic’s claim
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| Not America
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| Not the place I love
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| Not a mountaintop
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| Not a setting sun
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| I find no comfort here
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| In America
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| Not the place I love
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| Not a thousand peaks
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| Or a thousand stars
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| I find no comfort here for my soul |