歌词
One, two, three, four
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I miss you like American honey
You taste so sweet
But there's always something
Like a tragedy
That's constantly coming
And it sticks to me
So I stick to nothing
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What I would give
For just one morning
Where I wake up and
My thoughts aren't running
From the western world
That's constantly coming
But I'm a westerner
Ain't irony something
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I'll kill you with American honey
It tastes so sweet
But it burns in your stomach
It gives you everything and leaves you cold
I'm dead inside
But you'll never know