have knocked me out with a (feather) I know you heard this all before, but were just hell’s dreamers Wh-wh-why won’t the world revolve around me? Build my dreams, trees grow all over the streets But I don’t know much about classic cars But I got a lot of friends talking classic cars Down set, one, hut, hut, hike Media, please Let’s hear it for America’s sweethearts But I must confess I’m in love with my own sins Let’s hear it for America’s sweethearts But I must confess I’m in love with my …

Tags: American, Lyrics, Suitehearts

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