| Honey, I swear it’s not my fault
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| They shut us down, the big door was locked
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| The bigger the dream, the bigger the trap
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| The bigger the black in disappointment
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| I crossed my fingers till they were broke
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| I threw a brick, the arc it formed so slow
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| And on TV, outside the mall, in my defence
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| I’ve been spitting out American dirt
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| All that money can buy, all that money can buy
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| Spitting out American dirt
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| All that money can buy, all that money can buy
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| I wish I’d done something with my life
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| Something safe, it’s so useless
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| I move through days like I were a knife
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| My eyes were blue now they’re bruises
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| A silver cross on tan wet skin
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| I’m thirsty thinking I should climb in
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| Heather, please, heaven knows I’m by a thread
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| I’ve been spitting out American dirt
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| All that money can buy, all that money can buy
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| Spitting out American dirt
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| All that money can buy, all that money can buy
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| You’re on your side facing the wall
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| Our room disappears between the street lights
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| Come the pride, come the fall
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| We volunteered
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| We’ve been spitting out American dirt
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| All that money can buy, all that money can buy
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| Spitting out American dirt
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| All that money can buy, all that money can buy
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| Spitting out American dirt
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| All that money can buy, all that money can buy
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| Spitting out American dirt
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| All that money can buy, all that money can buy
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| All that money can buy, all that money can buy
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| All that money can buy, all that money can buy
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| Spitting out American dirt
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| Spitting out American dirt
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| Spitting out American dirt
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| Spitting out American dirt
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| No more, no more, no more, mother
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| No more, no more, no more, mother |