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This is not America
Sha-la-la-la-la
Little piece of you
A 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
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-David Bowie
Ye ah this is how we treat " your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free",shove em in a van,hold them incommunicado without due process or access to a lawyer..its a disgrace from which we will not soon recover
This is not America
Sha-la-la-la-la
Little piece of you
A 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
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-David Bowie
Ye ah this is how we treat " your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free",shove em in a van,hold them incommunicado without due process or access to a lawyer..its a disgrace from which we will not soon recover