American Analog Set

American Analog Set - Jr. lyrics

rate me

I threw my bike off the road

And lie in the grass

The hot winds blow

Promises I'll never know

Don't act twelve

With a delinquent mind

The sky turned yellow and blue

Like a week-old bruise

These days things loom above me

My head is empty

My tongue and lips

Are swollen

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