American Music Club

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American Music Club


Shuffling through people like cards
I can't find anyone to take my losing hand 
Winning streak left me high and dry 
A winning streak that slowly drains from the land 

I'm hanging by a thread 

Foget me I pray to the day 
Tired of being stuck on a pin 
Forget me don't see me this way 
Jumping out of my skin 

Hanging by a thread 

Shuffling through people like cards 
Let them blow around like sand 
Maybe it'll uncover some beauty in their eyes 
Maybe it'll give me a place to breathe 
Maybe give me some room to stand