Dust went flying into the air and I lost my hold on you / Now you're gone, gone, gone / Dust wen't flying into the air and my hands covered up my eyes / And I lost my sight
I've spent my days just searching for you / Dusty Bibles and motel rooms but you're gone, gone, gone / I've spent my days just searching for proof / Empty bottles and living rooms that you're long, long, gone
I will siege this town / I will search it out / will search it out / I will raze this town / I will smoke it out / I will smoke it out for you
I never trusted the Russians.... with you.
My God I've got to find a better way / Before I suffer Gatsby's fate
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