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Gatsby S American Dream

They call this the badlands, baby But it used to be bayou The shore of an inland sea And I can hear you coming What foul beast stalks this way The night

Take your knife out. The blade is deep in my back. (But it's not the first time.) Can we figure a way to bandage the wound? ('Cause it's not the first

Consuming every little thing we get our claws around I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker

heard Of hands that long for you to hold them The ticket's golden, the ticket's golden If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it It's

floor apparently it's not my choice to make so here's another one is it good enough please do accept i need this if it's not up to par i just can

Beware, beware out of their closets The skeletons are coming Come down with me where the woods meet the water Let's get away from your dirty little secrets

I promise you Promise that I?ll run away with you I?ll run away with you Spinning on that dizzy edge, I kissed her face and kissed her head And dreamed

You gotta bring the hope back, baby A wide-eyed belief that there's something That's worth singing for I've got a lot to say I've got a lot to say I

paint the sky with fire The city is burning And I'll tear down the walls I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha, uh huh And there's nothing in the dark I won