The first 17 lines.
This is not America
A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die (This is not a miracle)
For this is not America
Blossom fails to bloom this season
Promise not to stare too long ( this is not America)
For this is not the miracle
There was a time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea
For this is not America
This is not America, no
This is not, (sha la la la la)
Snowman melting from the inside
Falcon spirals to the ground
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