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The Bright Lights Of America
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The Bright Lights Of America
2008
The Bright Lights Of America
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16 year old girl
In a hollow, carved out place
Just looking for some prettiness
But the cuts in her arm don't paint for her a very pretty view
In her mind
She dreams that she is
Far away, from

The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls

A concrete city hell (City hell)
Suburbs that never end (Just like an ocean)
One parent lives in each of them
Passed back and forth the tough route to escape their bitter homes

He's just one
Of desperate ranks
Who can't break free, from

The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls

I just want you to know
There are whole houses full of
Fucked up kids like you and me (Can't find a place)
So many lost in stride
Caught in an endless fight
To leave this empty ugly place
I'm leaving you, as sane

The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls

The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls
The bright lights of America, life and death in a sold out 'Erica
To live and die in the heart of America, where they sell souls
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