My American dream is a selfish one.
A broken heart for a broken son,
a ghost in my past
tells me that I can't leave you.
Angel arms can't hold me now.
I'm a fading fire, the sacred cow,
held above your head
you would love me then leave me to die.
All I ever wanted was to look into your eyes.
Wind and skin, there is no disguise,
I walk too fast
and then I pay the sudden price.
Dirt and fog, dust and blood,
lightning, fear, pain and mud.
If there was ever love
now is the time to make it real.
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