We are graffiti on a subway train
Two hands shape of a heart
Lyrics on a Coca-Cola classic can
Promises whispered in the dark
We are Hemingway in a dive bar
I love you in a dead language
Progress running through the telephone wires
Sneakers hanging by the laces
We are the back roads dirty water soul banks
From the city to the country doing our thing, our way
We say things that I was gonna say
Freedom of our age, we are born and raised on American Slang
Born and raise on American Slang, yeah
We are vampires on Hollywood Boulevard
Angels and sinners in our home town streets
An autobiography in a sleeve tattoo
Our broken hearts that still beat
We are the back roads dirty water soul banks
From the city to the country doing our thing, our way
We say things that I was gonna say
Freedom of our age, we are born and raised on American Slang
Born and raise on American Slang, yeah
She was Marilyn and Daisy Duke
He was Dean and DiCaprio
Neon turned into LED
Lost boys all came home
Singing
We are the back roads dirty water soul banks
From the city to the country doing our thing, our way
We say things that I was gonna say
Freedom of our age, we are born and raised on American Slang
We are the back roads dirty water soul banks
From the city to the country doing our thing, our way
We say things that I was gonna say
Freedom of our age, we are born and raised on American Slang
Born and raise on American Slang

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