Текст песни Golden Ticket (Gatsby's American Dream) с переводом

Received news of your misfortune

And its scratching out my eyes, biting at my heart

But I’ve got something to offer

So this isn’t a time to hide my hands

Still I hide my heart, still I hide my heart

This is where the rubber meets the road

Its where we forget our transgressions

And move on, i’ll carry your burden

For certain you have heard

Of hands that long for you to hold them

The ticket’s golden, the ticket’s golden

If you want to view paradise

Simply look around and view it

It’s there that you will find me listening

(You can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream)

Separate the sorrow

Cause I’m tearing off my face so you won’t hurt alone

Lets start today

Make your mind up, grab a weapon

Move on

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