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Текст: Jack's Mannequin. American Girl.

You see I got this American love
Brand new planet in my solar system
I kiss her neck but I just can?t look her in the eye

You leave for college at the turn of autumn
I spent the winter down into the bottom
I kiss your neck but I just can?t look you in the eye

Big hearts, big hearts
Big hearts are for breaking.
Big hearts, big hearts
Big hearts are for breaking.

You see I got this critical concept.
Brand new black hole in the solar system
I dig my grave but I just can?t stand to step inside.

When they find out, they?ll sound every siren
Break the door down to find the baby crying
You thought I knew it?s just not right to tell a lie.

Big hearts, big hearts

Big hearts are for breaking.
Big hearts, big hearts
Big hearts are for breaking.
Yeah, yeah.

Now there?s no turning back in the face of a sweat clique.
There?s nowhere to run, you?re so unprepared.
It?s a new heart attack, a brand that breaks on my back.
Don?t say a word, they might find us there.

You see I got this American love
Hidden planet in my solar system
Keep your eyes shut, I just can?t stand to say goodbye.

Big hearts, big hearts
Big hearts are for breaking.
Big hearts, big hearts
Big hearts are for breaking.