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America Midnight

Make me a boat, away I'll float Into the stillness of a pure blue sky There's nothin' here to hold me now And I got no more tears to cry Grant me a wish

disease. You're on your back and down on your knees. They question what you want to believe. No question what you want to believe. America, America. America, America. America, America. America, America

Traducció: Amèrica. La mitjanit.

Midnight rolling in, sunlight Reaching out for your return As you were running through the tunnel of life And soon you'll dance around the fire of

The last words I heard before I slammed the door... "You gotta be humble in this life." But my shoulders tell me that ain't right as I race down the

The grass was never green. There was never purity. Some say it's all over... stupid fucking jaded burnouts. Young ones: carry on. Destroy and annoy.

Punching that clock. Finding solace in your hidden thoughts. Taking orders from fucking fools. Everything about it grinds down on you. Just do what you

confusion. The life that was pushed upon me was one I could never lead. Cause my candle burns at both ends. My problems never seem to end. Just like my footsteps in the vein of the American

Bridge feeling incomplete. From here to eternity. These Mad Dogs of Glory. An orphan who spoke the silent language of love. A victim of an American witch