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GATSBY'S AMERICAN DREAM >> Merchandise Links
GATSBY'S AMERICAN DREAM
Recieve news of your misfortune And its scratching out my eyes, biting at my heart But ive got something to offer So this isnt a time to hide my hands Still i hide my heart, still i hide my heart This is where the rubber meets the road Its where we forget our transgressions And move on, ill carry you burden For certain you have heard Of hands that long for you to hold them This ticket is golden, this ticket is golden If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Its there that you will find me listening (you can take tomorrow,dip it in a dream) Dont look too hard Cause im tearing off my face so you wont hurt alone Lets start today Make your mind up, grab a weapon Move on
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