American, Not American, American

this is a one way street, kid.
why are you out so late?
you dont know what your sayin',
kid.

tell me what i am saying.

tell me what i am saying.

i drowned in the ocean 
i was swallowed by the sea 
for miles and miles 
thats all i could see

steal. dont steal. steal. dont steal.

still,
i'll should have learned to swim.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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