اصل بول
VIترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I can tell that you're trying not to open your eyes
But the Sun is too bright
Come, give up and move on
Leave that city and drive to nowhere
I followed the Sun as it passed by my streets
My friends, my home
And I swore under my breath
That they would never see my face around here
Never again
I shut the door and put that beater in gear
I watched your face get smaller in my rearview mirror
I put my finger out and I screamed
Here's that white picket fence
Here's that American dream
