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,
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I want more.
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Not America, not the place I love,
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Not a mountain top, 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,
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I want more.
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Not America, not the place I love,
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Not a mountain top, not a setting sun,
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I find no comfort here.
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Not America, not the place I love,
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Not a thousand peaks, 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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Not America, not the place I love,
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Not a mountain top, not a setting sun,
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I find no comfort here.
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Not America, not the place I love,
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Not a thousand peaks, 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,
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They¡¯re obeying only one.
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Not a politic, not a scientist,
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Not a currency, not a lover¡¯s kiss,
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Not a selfish aid, not a clean escape,
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Not the prayerful plan of a prideful man,
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Not a rush of fame, not a critic¡¯s claim.
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Not America, not the place I love,
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Not a mountain top, not a setting sun,
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I find no comfort here.
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In America, not the place I love,
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Not a thousand peaks or a thousand stars,
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I find no comfort here for my soul.
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The Lesser Worth
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| The Wedding |
