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Electric Guest

American Daydream

 

American Daydream

(album: Mondo - 2012)


We keep going,
Don't stop running.
They keep selling,
We don't want it.
So close to it,
Almost found a way.

Two steps closer,
They keep coming.
We keep yelling,
We don't want it.

Almost fed-up,
This thing's bound to break.

Why don't you make yourself available.
Sit back, she told me that she wanted it free.
It's easy.

Oh no, in love I'm just an animal.
You said you want me, but you want me to leave,
You want me, but you want, you want me to leave.
Until the end, because:

We keep going,
Don't stop running.
They keep selling,
We don't want it.
So close to it,
Almost found a way.

And everyday they get:
Two steps closer,
They keep coming.
We keep yelling,
We don't want it.

Almost fed-up,
This thing's bound to break.

After it all, it's still repairable.
I know that I've forgotten my history.
It's easy.

Let's wave goodbye to all the terrible.
I know that there's a million things we could be,
If we could only dole it out and agree.
Until the end, because:

We keep going,
Don't stop running.
They keep selling,
We don't want it.
So close to it,
Almost found a way.

And everyday they get:
Two steps closer,
They keep coming.
We keep yelling,
We don't want it.

Almost fed-up,
This thing's bound to break.

Thought it was a holiday,
Always play and never work.
But they sell us all the bait,
The western way, I go berserk, I go.

(Go, go, go, go..)

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