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And he told me:
Things are better in America
Heard the streets are gold there
Maybe I could fly you out this place someday
Chasing dreams like I'm on Novocain
Screaming through your airways
Looking back I almost thought I heard you say.."
So I told him:
Stay, you're not gonna leave me
This place is right where you need to be
And why your words gotta mean so much to them?
When they mean nothing to me
So stay, you're not what you're hearing
Cause I've been watching you changing
And who said you're one in a million
Youβre so much better than that..."