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Perfection is an ugly
ill never wish for only blue
or pretty white clouds to on by
me why do we lie

i never want a clean-- cut green
with a perfect picket fence to along
with-- thick white paste
without a trace-- of specific

society has me
to believe well never achieve our
We to call it
i we were through with kings and queens
but going nowhere without a team
oh yeah we used to call it the american

why wake up to singing
when others want a to be heard?
if i was a fox, the would know its place
by dawn, feathersd my gaze

cookie cutter houses lined my street
forming gridlines neat
wheres my
theyre all the
is such a stupid game

the sun shine on sundays
flowers in may
birds and bees happily
but heres the

someone lives in
as one lives in
gains a victory
one loses

the ashes of
lay all about
were all left so empty
as we to figure out

American
Dream