Isgaard - This is not America | Текст песни

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This is not America
A little piece of you
The little peace in me will die

For this is not America

Blossom fails to bloom this season
Promise not to stare too long
For this is not a 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
Snowman melting from the inside
Falcon spirals to the ground
So bloody red tomorrows clouds
A little piece of you
The little peace in me will die

For this is not America

There was a time
A wind that blew so young
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea

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