Gatsby's American Dream
Gatsby's American Dream - Golden Ticket songtekst
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Recieved news of your misfortune And its scratching out my eyes, biting at my heart But I've got something to offer So this isnt a time to hide my hands Still I hide my heart, still I hide my heart This is where the rubber meets the road Its where we forget our transgressions And move on, ill carry you burden For certain you have heard Of hands that long for you to hold them The ticket's golden, the ticket's golden If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it It's there that you will find me listening (You can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream) Seperate the sorrow Cause im tearing off my face so you wont hurt alone Lets start today Make your mind up, grab a weapon Move on