Radios
T.V. shows
Fill my holes
With your goodies

I sold my privacy
So that I would always be pretty
And I can tell you that the best things are free
With proof of purchase

Oooo America, Oooo America, Oooo America

Pay no more
Attention to the things that you stand for
Sit back, relax, enjoy the war
From the living room

Holocaust
And cable at a fraction of the cost
And just to make sure that you don't get lost
Here's the media, media, media, media, media

Oooo America, Oooo America, Oooo America

I embrace your legacy -
The models and the apathy
I know the late night network commonwealth
Is there to help me help myself

All I know
Is my lonely soul
And the remote control

Oooo America, Oooo America, Oooo America

Oooo America, Oooo America, Oooo America

Oooo America, Oooo America, Oooo America

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This trinity, it gets to me
Missing you, aching for quiet
And it's too late to call to New York
You're probably awake, I guess I'm afraid

For weeks I've been crying too much
Ditched my zoloft, still won't be touched
By the world moving by, Christmas lights
Can you believe it, already again, (I know you can, cause)

        You know me better than anyone
        Anyone, ever so far
        You show me things that I never see
        Thanks for completing me. . . the way that you do (the way that you do)

News from LA, well, I'm not a big star yet
Trying real hard but I can't seem to write what they want
It's so elusive and clear
They'll know it when they hear it (If they ever do, not like you, cause)

        Chorus

     Can you come here and stay, you know it be good for you
     It'd be good for me
     How're they treating your play, have you found the right job yet
     What do the fortune tellers say? We don't have them here...

Not much snow yet this year
I like it so gray--feels like a mirror
And my diamond still shines, I wear it at night
But I'd be more brilliant with you here...

        Chorus

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Yay though we venture through
The Valley of the stars
You and all your jewelry
And my bleeding heart

Who couldn't be together
And who could not be apart

We should've jumped out
Of that airplane after all
Flying skyways overhead
It wasn't hard to fall

And I had so many crashes
That I couldn't feel
At all...

And it feels like
I'm seventeen again
Feels like I'm seventeen

Times might break you
God forsake you
Leave you burned and bruised
Innocence will teach you
What it feels like to be used

Thought that you'd done everything
You didn't have a clue

And it feels like
I'm seventeen again
Feels like I'm seventeen

Looking from the outside in
Some things never change

Hey hey I'm a million miles away
Funny how it seems like yesterday ...

All those fake celebrities
And all those viscous queens
All the stupid papers
And the stupid magazines

Sweet dreams are made of anything
That gets you in the scene

And it feels like
I'm seventeen again
Feels like I'm seventeen

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Yea

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