Não, não é isto



This is not America
(Letra e música: David Bowie and Pat Metheny)

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 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

Snowman melting
From the inside
Falcon spirals
To the ground
So bloody red
Tomorrow's clouds

A little piece of you
The little piece 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

For this is not America
This is not america, no, this is not

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