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Verse 1
This American dream
Is made of old plywood
And the splinters
Hurt my fingers
If you come clean
Will it do any good
As the critical headlines
Spew the black ink from the printing machine
Verse 2
The words will cut right through you
Like a sharp fingernail
From an old nympho
In a room full of swingers
As we float to our deaths
In leaky old boats
Washing dirty old laundry, in the old dirty water
That’s rising much faster than we care to think about it
Pre-chorus
All her faults can be seen
If you look hard enough
From a distance
She is the ugly girl
Waiting to blossom
At the dance
Who is dressed to undress
In the right hands
As quick as she can
She waited her turn
She waited long enough
Look at her go as
She takes her chance
Chorus
It’s like, a rollercoaster ride
With negative g’s
And the feeling of weightlessness
Lives
Long into the night
It’s where anyone
Can be a winner
If you try hard enough
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