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| Younger Than America 
 I'm sick of blowing all this smoke out
 Trying hard to feel doubt
 My book dropped to the ground
 At the part where the frontiers are all pulled down
 
 But they couldn't and they wouldn't have
 They couldn't and they shouldn't have
 But they could and they would have
 
 I inherited a nature
 In a language all worn out
 And wallowed by the windows
 At a rambling house at the edge of
 
 What I couldn't have
 I couldn't and I shouldn't have
 I could and I should have
 
 Someday you'll find a heaven
 Full of the guilt and freedom
 Of somewhere younger than America
 Bordering what we can hope to have
 
 Through the north woods
 East out of this slow-motion town
 Through the willows and the aspens
 'Cos you've been weighed down
 Full of what
 
 You couldn't have
 You couldn't and you shouldn't have
 You could and you should have
 
 Someday you'll find a heaven
 Full of the guilt and freedom
 Of somewhere younger than America
 Bordering what we can hope
 And from the first edition
 Of East of Eden
 You find a version of America
 Born in what we can hope to have
 
 Someday you'll find a heaven
 Full of the guilt and freedom
 Of somewhere younger than America
 Bordering what we can hope
 
 
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