Let's sober up..it's time to find that galaxy
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That was created and named after me
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But these rocket hips blew apart the entire
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ship so if you find some pieces
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just name them after me
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Its on fire, it's my empire
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It went up so fast I couldn't grab it
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Along with medicine and magic
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That keeps me breathing right on key
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Broken straps strap in the captain thats
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praying just for me
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and this is so typical...
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erased by the author of me...
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so dance to some broken chords
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with broken knees
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through open doors
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and save me with a microphone
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give me something so i can go home
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Don't you have a lesson for me?
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I raced concrete to the front row seats
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Threw her bows and whiskey kisses and left
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her on the street with her hands out
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and her head down
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Shes nothing more than a movie that never panned out
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Hey Mr. Destiny..you forgot about me
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You forgot to leave a number
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You forgot to name the street
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This is American living with my American dream
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It thunders like a river but its cold just like a stream
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And this is so typical...
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Erased by the author of me...
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And I know now...
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Things dont get much better than this..
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Life doesn't get much bigger than this...
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So teach me something so i can go.
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American Living
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