Dead tired, feelin' stupid
It's just my American life (I'm dreaming man)
New shoes, new apartment
And that's all, my American life
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing, nothing
And I got nothing to give, that's why I made you the same
I been climbing this wall, how much more can I take?
Sometimes I think about dyin', but then I think of those days
Sometimes I wish we could speak, but I have nothing to say
Dead tired, feelin' stupid (feelin' stupid)
And this is my American life
Thank you, thank you
Thank you all
Let's get it, let's get it, let's
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Dead tired, feelin' stupid
It's just my American life (I'm dreaming man)
New shoes, new apartment
And that's all, my American life
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing, nothing
And I got nothing to give, that's why I made you the same
I been climbing this wall, how much more can I take?
Sometimes I think about dyin', but then I think of those days
Sometimes I wish we could speak, but I have nothing to say
Dead tired, feelin' stupid (feelin' stupid)
And this is my American life
Thank you, thank you
Thank you all
Let's get it, let's get it, let's
It's just my American life (I'm dreaming man)
New shoes, new apartment
And that's all, my American life
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing to say
And I got nothing to say, and I got nothing, nothing
And I got nothing to give, that's why I made you the same
I been climbing this wall, how much more can I take?
Sometimes I think about dyin', but then I think of those days
Sometimes I wish we could speak, but I have nothing to say
Dead tired, feelin' stupid (feelin' stupid)
And this is my American life
Thank you, thank you
Thank you all
Let's get it, let's get it, let's
Writer: Ian Simpson, Ryan Yoo, Ciaran McDonald
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC