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My American Heart Hiding Inside The Horrible Weather

my nails don't you get it i made an attempt to piece it all together and i found it all lost in the sky. hiding inside the horrible weather. we'll

It's all in good fun We're making 'em run Making 'em run Why should I feel bad? I'm the one With the gun in my hands In my hands Why are you so scared

with my nails don't you get it i made an attempt to piece it all together and i found it all lost in the sky. hiding inside the horrible weather. we

alive. Trust the speed, trust the night. I've got your hand, and you've got... I've never written better, Such an innocent letter. With a reason for a heart

the mid-west Oh, I wish my heart was fine-tuned And ready to go but It's too soon to let that happen It feels like my head is falling, Falling off my

. Cause lately I've been tired and uninspired. You are the earth beneath my feet, You are my gravity. You are the earth beneath my feet. You are my gravity