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lyrics
I was blind the golden shores
Descent to the runway floor
It doesn't make me feel any better
That the sun was shining right into my eyes
I was blind to the frequent miles
The sickness behind the smiles
A child could never know any better
When the sun was shining right into my eye
Oh, say can you see
The child inside of me
The ghost in my own machine
That was built in America
Oh, say can't you tell
I'm trying to break your spell
The ghost in my own machine
That was built in America
You're the rain of the Fourth Of July
The smoke in the clear blue sky
How could you ever tell me to do better?
How did you ever look me in the eye?
You're the block in my broken heart
The city that's torn apart
It doesn't make me feel any better
That the sun was shining right into my eyes
Oh, say can't you see
The child inside of me
The ghost in my own machine
That was built in America
Oh, say can't you tell
I'm trying to break your spell
The ghost in my own machine
That was built in America
Just in case you were wondering
I don't really miss you
And I don't want to see you any more
Just in case you were wondering
I have no more reason
To settle the score
Just in case you were wondering
Oh, I don't really miss you
And I don't want to see you any more
Just in case you were wondering
I have no more reason
To settle the score
Just in case you were wondering
Well, I don't really miss you
And I don't want to see you any more
Just in case you were wondering
I have no more reason
To settle the score
Just in case you were wondering
Well, I don't really miss you
And I don't want to see you any more
Just in case you were wondering
I have no more reason
To settle the score
My other project, featuring the vocals of Joe O'Neill. Experimental, bombastic alt rock. "If less is more, thing how much more will be!" Roger Heathers