American Fling
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I'm tired of going down, I keep getting closer to hell

By: Carlo I.

American Fling

by Carlo I.

I'm walking all alone

In this highway called freedom

I'm not scared

I don't mind;

I don't hesitate to ask

And I take strangers' rides

I could end up anywhere

I lost my mind

I've done everything

And haven't hit jail

Neither broke a nail

I'm delicate

But reckless

My man has expensive taste

He smokes his diamonds,

He blows clouds

And they cover me, I'm surrounded

They take me, I'm drowning

In this desire I'm the only one falling

Hoping he could save me

But I'm tired of going down

I just keep getting closer to hell

I just want it like before

Eternal nights

Blinding lights

Exotic tongues

Oh New York.

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