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Gatsby S American Dream Gatsby S American Dream

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

So run away to find solace in the nothingness of running day to day. It?s over. Nothing is fine when the soles of your shoes are broken and you can?t

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

With a wink and a nod look we're all giving favors! There's four pale pinked boys in an accountants hand Examples must be made! Discipline must be maintained

Does the left hand, know what the right hand is doing You're a fool man Ever get sick of not knowing You're a fool man Ever get sick of not knowing Does

You gotta bring the hope back baby The wide-eyed belief that there's something that's worth singing for I've got a lot to say, I've got a lot to say

the giant elf from the land of old It is I who seek the purest of souls It is I who challenge Thee ti a duel Those who's lives are part of you Ha Ha Ha

We're not what you think we are We make product and place it in stores But we're just selling our songs See you in hell! We'll pick you up by your ankles

Our enemies sails will hang on broken masts and their tackle will be rendered useless. Sometimes it takes the mind of a child to overcome. If it?s what