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letra de mass entertainment - 2merica

[intro: lo cro]
and don’t you forget it
i’ll be gone in a minute
ladies these days
are a waste of time
i’ll break your heart
like she broke mine
don’t waste your tears
in this game
’cause i won’t
waste mine

[verse 1: lo cro]
all these sleepless nights
keep f-cking with my head
dreaming of a future
with the sunrise in my bed
hours keep on p-ssing
will this drama ever end?
i’m looking for a lover
not another one night stand
dreaming of a future
with the sunrise in my bed
dreaming of a future
with the sunrise in my bed

[bridge: sun ra]
why doesn’t the earth fall?
how can you walk upon it?
it’s the music
it’s the music of the earth
it’s the music of the sun, the stars
it’s the music of yourself
vibrating, yes
you’re music too
we’re all instruments
everyone’s supposed to be playing their part
in this vast arkestra of the cosmos
it’s the music

[hook: jaimeson]
why in the world does the world want so much
more, more, more?
why in the world does the world want
so much more?

my mind, body, and soul’s been designed for freedom
overhead control
i’ve been fined for freedom
the constant hustle no time for freedom
living for the trouble
that’s why she’s leaving

[verse 3: jaimeson]
the movement of the trials
with the miles of restriction
rotation of the dial from the
calls of the convicted
what are your instincts tonight?
the clocks still tick
once you’ve lost your destiny
stranded, standing
starving, stagnant
feelings still mixed
once you found the recipe
were you awake when the future quit calling?
immune to the madness and
confused to how the past has reinvented
the most tragic m-ss-fueled panoramic views –
american life and all it’s sadness
trying to get out of the usa
we’re the weapons we entertain
trying to get out of my own way
we’re the weapons that
we entertain

[verse 4: jaimeson]
from the northside winters
to the southern swamps
east coast harbors
and those west coast blondes
whole grain farmers, filthy astronauts
all you 3rd shift heroes in the past we forgot –
why in the world does the world want
so much more, more, more?
my mind body and soul’s been designed for freedom
overhead control i’ve been fined for freedom
the constant hustle, no time for freedom
overhead control i’ve been fined for freedom
overhead control i’ve been fined for freedom
overhead control i’ve been fined for freedom
overhead control i’ve been fined for freedom

- 2merica

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