Текст песни Gatsby`s American Dream - Golden Ticket
Gatsby`s American Dream - Golden Ticket слова песни
Recieve news of your misfortuneAnd its scratching out my eyes, biting at my heartBut ive got something to offerSo this isnt a time to hide my handsStill i hide my heart, still i hide my heartThis is where the rubber meets the roadIts where we forget our transgressionsAnd move on, ill carry you burdenFor certain you have heardOf hands that long for you to hold themThis ticket is golden, this ticket is goldenIf you want to view paradiseSimply look around and view itIts there that you will find me listening(you can take tomorrow,dip it in a dream)Dont look too hardCause im tearing off my face so you wont hurt aloneLets start todayMake your mind up, grab a weaponMove on