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