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Gatsby S American Dream Why We Fight

So we beat on our boats against the current So we beat on these waters are uncharted bravely We sail alone riding the storm Clutching honor bearing pride

closets the skeletons are coming come down with me where the woods meet the water lets get away from your dirty little secrets notice the silence as we

i head for distant lands leaving my expenses forsake this land of plastic i would try to be something but you wont stop talking drifting for the farthest

to day. It?s over. Nothing is fine when the soles of your shoes are broken and you can?t run anywhere. What was it for and was it all worth fighting

where you ready to die A million miles away, would you throw it all away? Simple dreams in the mainstream Is where the day takes you Simple dreams in

you made my heart your home so i snuck up on the rooftop to peer down at you through the skylight to find that you were setting fires who sets fire to