I'm lying wide awake in bed
My eyes are closed just like I'm dead
My friends all think that I'm a bore
But I don't need them anymore
I don't get up I don't get out
I have no life to speak about
It feels so good to leave the blame with you
So that's what I do
I'm going down
Come around
Watch me when I hit the ground
Give me just one fix of your
Your sweet american love
I'd go blind
Lose my mind
Leave the world I know behind
Just to feel it one last time
My sweet american love
My telephone is off the hook
My eyes are closed I'm scared to look
I bet you're happy now you're free
Byt what about poor little me
I draw your picture on the wall
My phone is dead and still you call
My mama asked I told her I get by
That's such I lie
I'm going down
Come around
Watch me when I hit the ground
Give me just one fix of your
Your sweet american love
I'd go blind
Lose my mind
Leave the world I know behind
Just to feel it one last time
My sweet american love
I've kept the things you gave to me
The air is clear but I can't see
And a cheerful radio boasts that "love is in the air"
But it's so full of shit
A sony, is it?
So what da you have to leave me for
Was it my hair was I such a bore
Well you know baby
You were always my only choice
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