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Anti Heros American Pie

Like most kids from my generation, she was born and raised in out broken home nation Autumns brilliant hue of orange and gold, her embrace cut us from

He's the old hippie that made us sick, He wrote muzak for drug addicts He's the fat geezer who talked too much, He used drugs as a crutch He ate granola

Up in the morning splash water on my face, I'm not a winner I'm a disgrace The mirror shows no image of perfection, I see myself and it's a negative