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Gatsby S American Dream Volcano

lonely smile like an oyster that's been shucked and dead. The company the red posies they sprang and they whispered. Sweet tragedy. "There's a bird

Landed in this place Tried to make this island more like home But there are some things Better left behind We came here on a plane Just a bunch of little

ll bury this town ash And paint the sky with fire The city is burning I'll tear down the walls I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha uh huh And there's nothing

are all that's left their chests were hollowed out but some people never know, too caught up in the beautiful but their hearts a volcano

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

could you understand? The way I feel about god... How could you understand? Anything, about me at all... I am the wind, singing a sad song I am a volcano

the slightest doubt Just like your friends did If there?s a way in Then there?s a way out Of course there is? If there?s a way in Then there?s a way out