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This is not a test 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 From Letras Mania