| Song | American X |
| Artist | Black Rebel Motorcycle Club |
| Album | Baby 81 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:35.54] | Close your eyes to the world that you see |
| [00:39.61] | And open wide to the one in your dreams |
| [00:43.85] | There's nothing left that you wanna believe |
| [00:46.92] | Foreign eyes have been torn at the seams |
| [00:52.49] | You'd save yourself from a world without sin |
| [00:56.79] | You're born again with a means to an end |
| [01:01.11] | Drawing lines in the palm of your hand |
| [01:05.42] | Your holding on to all that you've planned |
| [01:27.29] | There's nothing here that is left to be saved |
| [01:31.40] | Take a bow to the warrior state |
| [01:35.72] | You throw yourself to the perilous static |
| [01:39.97] | You shut your eyes but the death is romantic |
| [01:44.47] | You've sold your soul but it's only a fake |
| [01:48.47] | You'd kill yourself for a piece of the take |
| [01:52.85] | You lose your mind in a world that leaves nothin' |
| [01:57.35] | You're holding on for asylum, reaching for air |
| [02:04.78] | It's all you want, you know you'll never forget |
| [02:23.65] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender |
| [02:30.66] | It's all you know, you know you'll never regret |
| [02:40.72] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender all that matters |
| [02:51.03] | No one needs what they think to survive |
| [03:16.06] | Pulled inside with an appetite blind |
| [03:19.55] | You feast your eyes on American sex |
| [03:23.62] | You sleep in shores of American bliss |
| [03:28.18] | Growing wings from the sorrowless excess |
| [03:32.43] | Your frozen eyes cut the chord to their last depth |
| [03:36.81] | You share your young with the wolves of a nation |
| [03:41.00] | There's nothing left ‘til you pray for salvation |
| [04:03.00] | It's all you want, you know you'll never forget |
| [04:07.24] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender all that matters |
| [04:19.87] | It's all you know, you know you'll never regret |
| [04:24.50] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender all that matters |
| [00:35.54] | Close your eyes to the world that you see |
| [00:39.61] | And open wide to the one in your dreams |
| [00:43.85] | There' s nothing left that you wanna believe |
| [00:46.92] | Foreign eyes have been torn at the seams |
| [00:52.49] | You' d save yourself from a world without sin |
| [00:56.79] | You' re born again with a means to an end |
| [01:01.11] | Drawing lines in the palm of your hand |
| [01:05.42] | Your holding on to all that you' ve planned |
| [01:27.29] | There' s nothing here that is left to be saved |
| [01:31.40] | Take a bow to the warrior state |
| [01:35.72] | You throw yourself to the perilous static |
| [01:39.97] | You shut your eyes but the death is romantic |
| [01:44.47] | You' ve sold your soul but it' s only a fake |
| [01:48.47] | You' d kill yourself for a piece of the take |
| [01:52.85] | You lose your mind in a world that leaves nothin' |
| [01:57.35] | You' re holding on for asylum, reaching for air |
| [02:04.78] | It' s all you want, you know you' ll never forget |
| [02:23.65] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender |
| [02:30.66] | It' s all you know, you know you' ll never regret |
| [02:40.72] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender all that matters |
| [02:51.03] | No one needs what they think to survive |
| [03:16.06] | Pulled inside with an appetite blind |
| [03:19.55] | You feast your eyes on American sex |
| [03:23.62] | You sleep in shores of American bliss |
| [03:28.18] | Growing wings from the sorrowless excess |
| [03:32.43] | Your frozen eyes cut the chord to their last depth |
| [03:36.81] | You share your young with the wolves of a nation |
| [03:41.00] | There' s nothing left ' til you pray for salvation |
| [04:03.00] | It' s all you want, you know you' ll never forget |
| [04:07.24] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender all that matters |
| [04:19.87] | It' s all you know, you know you' ll never regret |
| [04:24.50] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender all that matters |
| [00:35.54] | Close your eyes to the world that you see |
| [00:39.61] | And open wide to the one in your dreams |
| [00:43.85] | There' s nothing left that you wanna believe |
| [00:46.92] | Foreign eyes have been torn at the seams |
| [00:52.49] | You' d save yourself from a world without sin |
| [00:56.79] | You' re born again with a means to an end |
| [01:01.11] | Drawing lines in the palm of your hand |
| [01:05.42] | Your holding on to all that you' ve planned |
| [01:27.29] | There' s nothing here that is left to be saved |
| [01:31.40] | Take a bow to the warrior state |
| [01:35.72] | You throw yourself to the perilous static |
| [01:39.97] | You shut your eyes but the death is romantic |
| [01:44.47] | You' ve sold your soul but it' s only a fake |
| [01:48.47] | You' d kill yourself for a piece of the take |
| [01:52.85] | You lose your mind in a world that leaves nothin' |
| [01:57.35] | You' re holding on for asylum, reaching for air |
| [02:04.78] | It' s all you want, you know you' ll never forget |
| [02:23.65] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender |
| [02:30.66] | It' s all you know, you know you' ll never regret |
| [02:40.72] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender all that matters |
| [02:51.03] | No one needs what they think to survive |
| [03:16.06] | Pulled inside with an appetite blind |
| [03:19.55] | You feast your eyes on American sex |
| [03:23.62] | You sleep in shores of American bliss |
| [03:28.18] | Growing wings from the sorrowless excess |
| [03:32.43] | Your frozen eyes cut the chord to their last depth |
| [03:36.81] | You share your young with the wolves of a nation |
| [03:41.00] | There' s nothing left ' til you pray for salvation |
| [04:03.00] | It' s all you want, you know you' ll never forget |
| [04:07.24] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender all that matters |
| [04:19.87] | It' s all you know, you know you' ll never regret |
| [04:24.50] | Your open arms, they only seem to surrender all that matters |