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AMERICAN FIGHTS
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And it's all inside your head.
Pictures painted perfect, black and red.
It's a theme worth fighting for.
And all the lines now have been drawn.
Arousing questions.
No one's getting hurt.
You're a patriot of words.
And it's cloudy all day and you don't have much to say.
A weakened attempt.
Taking over.
Getting answers.
Take a step.
Irradicate.
A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears
and grief and constant running hate.
And if I had a dime for every time you cried.
Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome.
And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time.
I'd wake up to a life of crime.
A broken jaw.
A penny lost.
The sounds of shattered bits of glass and stepped on moss.
And I know you well.
A sour girl, who gave up hopes and dreams of a different world.
And I hope you've bought some time
because every minute lost is a minute past your prime; time TV gets you through.
A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears
and grief and thoughts of twenty-two.
A pseudo-thought.
I'm getting lost.
The taste of blood.
American fights hurt so much.
And I can't believe, you're getting up.
The cost of living everywhere it just went up.
And if I had a dime for every time you cried.
Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome.
And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time.
I'd wake up to a life of crime.
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And it's all inside your head. Pictures painted perfect, black and red. It's a theme worth fighting for. And all the lines now have been drawn. Arousing questions. No one's getting hurt. You're a patriot of words. And it's cloudy all day and you don't have much to say. A weakened attempt. Taking over. Getting answers. Take a step. Irradicate. A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears and grief and constant running hate. And if I had a dime for every time you cried. Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome. And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time. I'd wake up to a life of crime. A broken jaw. A penny lost. The sounds of shattered bits of glass and stepped on moss. And I know you well. A sour girl, who gave up hopes and dreams of a different world. And I hope you've bought some time because every minute lost is a minute past your prime; time TV gets you through. A lonesome day of work and sweat and tears and grief and thoughts of twenty-two. A pseudo-thought. I'm getting lost. The taste of blood. American fights hurt so much. And I can't believe, you're getting up. The cost of living everywhere it just went up. And if I had a dime for every time you cried. Then I would buy you a holiday in Rome. And if I had a chance to buy a piece of time. I'd wake up to a life of crime.
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