The American Analog Set
The American Analog Set - Jr. lyrics
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I threw my bike off the road And lie in the grass The hot winds blow Promises I'll never know Don't act twelve With a delinquent mind Like a week-old bruise These days things loom above me My head is empty My tongue and lips Are swollen
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Language: English
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- Country: United States
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