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GATSBY'S AMERICAN DREAM >> Merchandise Links
GATSBY'S AMERICAN DREAM
I will be the fire on your lips But I'm overlooked and underfed You keep me in the basement Where you threw me out with the bathwater And I will be the fury in your fists Throwing out the things The things I thought I wanted to be Wasting so much time On things I thought I wanted to be I just see a little baby boy Who won't admit that he fucks up, oh He's looking for the fire and the fury it takes to be a man But I just see a little baby boy Throwing out the things The things I thought I wanted to be Wasting so much time On things I thought I wanted to be Got a brand new face So brittle that it's falling apart It's a brand new day This time why don't we take it from scratch? Your arms believe, they are for reaching Reach for me Your tongue believes, it is for tasting Taste of me I've got a secret And you've got a problem I'll disappear, oh, I'll disappear Throwing out the things The things I thought I wanted to be Wasting so much time On things I thought I wanted to be Got a brand new face So brittle that it's fallin apart It's a brand new day This time why don't we take it from scratch?
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