Текст песни American Fights - Keepsake
And
it's
all
inside
your
head.
Pictures
painted
perfect,
black
and
red.
It's
a
theme
worth
fighting
for.
And
all
the
lines
now
have
been
drawn.
Arousing
questions.
No
one's
getting
hurt.
You're
a
patriot
of
words.
And
it's
cloudy
all
day
and
you
don't
have
much
to
say.
A
weakened
attempt.
Taking
over.
Getting
answers.
Take
a
step.
Irradicate.
A
lonesome
day
of
work
and
sweat
and
tears
And
grief
and
constant
running
hate.
And
if
I
had
a
dime
for
every
time
you
cried.
Then
I
would
buy
you
a
holiday
in
Rome.
And
if
I
had
a
chance
to
buy
a
piece
of
time.
I'd
wake
up
to
a
life
of
crime.
A
broken
jaw.
A
penny
lost.
The
sounds
of
shattered
bits
of
glass
and
stepped
on
moss.
And
I
know
you
well.
A
sour
girl,
who
gave
up
hopes
and
dreams
of
a
different
world.
And
I
hope
you've
bought
some
time
Because
every
minute
lost
is
a
minute
past
your
prime;
time
TV
gets
you
through.
A
lonesome
day
of
work
and
sweat
and
tears
And
grief
and
thoughts
of
twenty-two.
A
pseudo-thought.
I'm
getting
lost.
The
taste
of
blood.
American
fights
hurt
so
much.
And
I
can't
believe,
you're
getting
up.
The
cost
of
living
everywhere
it
just
went
up.
And
if
I
had
a
dime
for
every
time
you
cried.
Then
I
would
buy
you
a
holiday
in
Rome.
And
if
I
had
a
chance
to
buy
a
piece
of
time.
I'd
wake
up
to
a
life
of
crime.
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