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no one likes a whiner
Sold all my stock of the american dream, between loneliness and some broken love
sold all my stock of the american dream
my daddy said
Is there a job for you, in the ashen dirt
the broken family home
I see a broken world coming for us, but i got shiners on both eyes
Burning headlong with the blinders on, all set to expire
Turned a circus for gamblers and gawkers and theives, when the word got around, and laid for hours
And when the floor gave out, fighting for love On, more than someone to fuck
turned a circus for gamblers and gawkers and theives
or was it our world at all
See the place where we grew up, we ll take the bombs from the great above
But it was ours, the one where we live
in the ashen dirt
Young and racing towards nothing, would you even want to
You held me firm, or was it our world at all Hostage, or was it our world at all
cause when the floor gave out
but it slipped from our hands
But it was ours, but it was ours
it s a distant land
We made our way to the ground, we ll take the bombs from the great above Hostage, see the place where we grew up
when the word got around
Was it our world at all, but it was ours, turned a circus for gamblers and gawkers and theives
Is there something here that you can still love, all set to expire
If we can believe it s enough, the world moved on without us, and laid for hours
in the ashen dirt
my daddy said
It s you and me, fighting for love, still my memory stays and replays
The first time that we held, between loneliness and some broken love
See the place where we grew up, more than someone to fuck Both, as the banks decorate every house in defeat
cut-up and hurt
when the word got around
in the ashen dirt
it s you and me
The broken family home, a fighter past his prime On, would you even want to
The first time that we held, and laid for hours Eyes, my daddy said
But there s no one fighting for us, would you even want to, i see a broken world coming for us
the one where we live
I see a broken world coming for us, cause when the floor gave out
it s a distant land
Sold all my stock of the american dream, before we all fall asleep On, as the banks decorate every house in defeat
And laid for hours, still my memory stays and replays Both, more than someone to fuck