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American Dreams

Papa Roach

Crooked Teeth


It feels like American Dreams caught on fire
We're tearing down the white picket fences
A soldier bleeds and a soldier dies
Have you ever thought that war was a sickness?
Im a son of it, fucked up from it
Casualty of my family 'cause of it
We dare to dream or live to die
Reunited by the truth at the right time

Something's wrong here
Or so it seems
Cause Im not sleeping

In American Dreams, American Lies
We're trying to see
Through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don't tell me your lies
Cause it's harder to breathe
When you're buried alive
By American Dreams

With every bullet hole, there's a blood stain
Another family that's struggling to keep sane
Cause their neighborhood ain't a safe place
Got us all wearing black every sunday
And Im growing numb to the violence
Sing along to the sound of the sirens
We're trying to keep ourselves alive
But it's hard to get by when it feels like

Somenthing's wrong here
Or so it seems
Cause Im not sleeping

In American Dreams, American Lies
We're trying to see
Through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don't tell me your lies
Cause it's harder to breathe
When you're buried alive
By American Dreams

Cause Im not sleeping
In American Dreams, American Lies
We're trying to see
Through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don't tell me your lies
Cause it's harder to breathe
When you're buried alive
By American Dreams

By American Dreams

Compositor: J. Shaddix, A. Esperance, N. Furlong

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