Is that all America?
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Bad television, living in denial, I know
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'Cause I don't wanna know
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Wanna run, wanna fly
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Let my illusions take me through the night
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It's alright, wanna be the light
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I was born in a cardboard box
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New York City, 1963
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Poetry readings and bohemians
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Now inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud
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I can hear you sing like an angel
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Merilee, Merilee, she takes forever
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But she's always laughing, laughing about anything
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I could be so happy
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As long as my friends are hangin' around me
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Are we all fast food and no introspection?
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All done with mirrors, but no real reflection
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I wanna live in my own little world
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Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud
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I can hear you sing like an angel
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Naivete'...this world is lost on me
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Naivete'...I don't wanna know anyway
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I always pictured my life this way
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As two women order their chardonnay
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Sitting alone in some dirty cafe
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Where inspiration floats around me like a cloud, so loud
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I can hear you sing like an angel
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Naivete'
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| Vonda Shepard |
