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Searching for Songs
I am lost.
I am not here.
The person you're calling for
Can't respond.
She is paralyzed
In a dream, an illusion.
She is not here.
She heard a song
That spoke to her
And now she is not here.
So leave the room,
Please close the door,
She's trying to concentrate.
There's a song playing on the radio,
A world that I await.
There's a shoreline in California,
An empty space in New York state.
I'll sing along
To my favorite songs
And forget what's on my plate.
There's a mall in Minnesota,
A crying child in Tennessee.
There's a war across the ocean,
A Northwest man making a scene.
And there's father in Nevada,
Asking his daughter to come home.
The Americas gives a collective sigh
As the oil companies moan.
And with all these dilemmas and things
You'd think I'd be worried enough.
But the second I decide
To plug in my earphones
Is the second I let go of this stuff.
I am not here.
The person you're calling for
Can't respond.
She is paralyzed
In a dream, an illusion.
She is not here.
She heard a song
That spoke to her
And now she is not here.
So leave the room,
Please close the door,
She's trying to concentrate.
There's a song playing on the radio,
A world that I await.
There's a shoreline in California,
An empty space in New York state.
I'll sing along
To my favorite songs
And forget what's on my plate.
There's a mall in Minnesota,
A crying child in Tennessee.
There's a war across the ocean,
A Northwest man making a scene.
And there's father in Nevada,
Asking his daughter to come home.
The Americas gives a collective sigh
As the oil companies moan.
And with all these dilemmas and things
You'd think I'd be worried enough.
But the second I decide
To plug in my earphones
Is the second I let go of this stuff.
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