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Hey there lookin' at me
Tell me what do you see
But you quickly turn your head away
Try to find the words I could use
I'll go for miles
Till I find you
You say you want to leave me
But you can't choose
I've gone thru pain...
Looking back upon my life
And the places that I've been
Pictures, faces, girls I've loved
I try to remember when...
Now you see me, now you don't
Don't ask me where I'm at
'Cause I'm a million miles away
Treated like a forbidden heel
A small cloud has fallen
The white mist hits the ground
My lungs comfort me with joy
Vegging on one detail
The...
Here we go again, infatuation
Touches me just when I
Thought that it would end
Oh but then again it seems
Much...
Every night I dream the same dream
Of getting older all the time
I ask you now, what does this mean?
Are these problems...
I always waste my time just wondering
What the next man thinks of me
I'll never do exactly what I want
And I'll sculpt...
Hey can you hear me?
I'm calling your name
Hello? Or is this goodbye?
The gleam in your eyes
It troubles my...
Princess in a school girl's dream
May I please speak with you?
I'm having troubles with control
And it's all because of...
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Don't want to be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Don't want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
[Thanks to kerryv@shaw.ca, Eguaquil@comcast.net, collegefreak@gmail.com, DJpanke@hotmail.com, Annette Slattery for correcting these lyrics]
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