under this pickup truck where your heart IS BLANK. I'd love to say that I hate you, and I can't forget the feeling in my head when These miles behind us
under this pickup truck where your heart is blank? I'd love to say that I hate you, and I can't forget the feeling in my head when These miles behind us
Tercüme: My American Heart. Arkamızda Miles.
in a cloud of dust I opened the door and got out But my benefactor made no move to follow The driver dumped my guitar and rucksack at my feet And waving away my
still alive then I'll be smoking then I'll be in my wheelchair, with my adult diapers on And my twenty-five year old non-smoking born again Christian son behind
my mind when I autograph sign I can't wait to sign an autograph for the last time The ungrateful dead reoccurring images playin' in my head Every color in America
