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GATSBY'S AMERICAN DREAM >> Merchandise Links
GATSBY'S AMERICAN DREAM
My shame is cold like a grave But my lust is hot like an engine With pistons that pump And a heart that thumps to the beat But I can’t wrap my head around So I let my body fall in step I’ve lost the rhythm All I’m left with is my regrets Can you hear the sound? Ticking, I am ticking on Automatic I am all the things I’ve done, Set to explode I am ticking on... What on earth can atone for all the wrong I’ve done? From the depths, from your depths I’m crawling home again I’m crawling home again I’ve been thinking maybe I can make this right In fact, I know I’ve got to make this right I'm done fucking around with the guilt engine Ticking, I am ticking on Automatic I am all the things I’ve done
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