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16 year old girl, in a hollow cooped up place
Just looking for some prettiness,
But the cuts in her arm don’t pay for her, very pretty view
In her mind, she dreams that she is, far away, from,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
A concrete city hell
Suburbs that never end
One parent lives in each of them, passed back and forth the ? to escape their bitter homes,
He’s just one, of desperate ranks, who can’t break free from,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
I just want you to know,
There are whole houses full of fucked up kids like you and me
So many lost in stride, caught in an endless fight
To leave this empty ugly place , I’m leaving you as sane!
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls.
Just looking for some prettiness,
But the cuts in her arm don’t pay for her, very pretty view
In her mind, she dreams that she is, far away, from,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
A concrete city hell
Suburbs that never end
One parent lives in each of them, passed back and forth the ? to escape their bitter homes,
He’s just one, of desperate ranks, who can’t break free from,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
I just want you to know,
There are whole houses full of fucked up kids like you and me
So many lost in stride, caught in an endless fight
To leave this empty ugly place , I’m leaving you as sane!
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls,
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out ‘Merica,
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls.
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