American Clouds
Paper Route
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Flying like an aeroplane
Faster than falling the rain
My brain is in the cities crowds
Scattered in American clouds
Running like a diesel train
Racing from my heart to the flame
Pushing me to move on a cloud
I know I have to make it somehow
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Welcome to your blackest day
Everything is faded away
Rising from a burial shroud
Scattered in American clouds