When you're down below the bridge
And nobody sees you there
Just sing a song 'bout the things
that are wrong
It might clear the air
And if it seems quite worthless
Like jumping up to the moon
You gotta keep on singing this song
Till everybody sings it too
You gotta sing
Bless me Miss America
The world's in an awful way
Nobody cares about cleaning the air
The moon's standing in the way
Bless me Miss America
I'm gonna do the best I can
To help this song move things along
Try to save the land
And if the cities keep getting large
We'll have to move on a barge
And everybody'll be looking forward
the sun they're never gonna see
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