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Now I pick up things like radar
Searching for a dream that's sour


The hour of power
Reaches for the sky
Thinking this so turmoil
Life's supporting, mission futile
I am falling graceful
Papa I defy

In the eye of the storm before us,
I plan to lay my body down

Calling My America

Now my dream is turning wretched
Beautiful the breakdown
Shakes my being apart me
Dying in the rapture
Power I can't capture
I am falling graceful
Papa I defy

In the eye of the storm before us,
I plan to lay my body down

Calling My America


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