Is it better not to look back or should we dust off our journals
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Stare deep through the feedback for the new day
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Like the distortion has things to say
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Is it better to ignore it, that these bomb shelters are built of sand
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Scoring themes from our views, making movies of tragic news
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Does this helpless picnic have its own Neverland
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Chorus
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America never hurts
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They say America never cries
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Like no one's lost in America
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No one's lost in America
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Listening to pink noise, we make mirrors out of shop windows
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No one dares to pull the red card, conscience is scared by truths we'd discard
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And now we've Arilius, but soon comes Decious,
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and perhaps Constantine is a devil
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Keen on making things easy
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Chorus
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Come alive, come alive
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The prophet's cello's silenced, if love burns us down to violence
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If the whims of the nations cater elation will we not need a soul to blame?
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He has to take it all alone
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Is His move political, a play for the people? No
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He takes one for the little guy
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He takes a hit for the little guy
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They say America never hurts
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They say America never cries,
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Like no one's lonely in America
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Like no one's lonely in America
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In America
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Downhere |