Текст и слова песни Bree Sharp – Fools Gold
My head is heavy and bent like a crane
The wrecking ball blues are coming again
And Latham, says, 'Babe, you know life is a ride'
But living's no fun when you're dead inside
I pierce myself to wake up my veins
I'd pierce my heart if I though things would change
I'm jus the like the skin that's been stung and restung
And the campfire songs that are sung and resung
For a girl of my age why am I so numb?
I've been chasing a lie I was sold
Running down and thieves and fools' gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal
I've been swallowed up by greed, I've been spar upon by lust
If they ain't playing with your money they're plying with your trust
And I'm, trying so hard to stop sitting still
To gather the juice that's been spent or been spilled
To find a spark in myself that hasn't been killed
Cause if Death doesn't get you then Life surely will
I've been chasing a lie I was sold
Running down and thieves and fools' gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted
We've been chasing a lie we were sold
We're running down thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dream are just painted, just painted
Just painted, just painted
Coal
Talk about an early frost...
The wrecking ball blues are coming again
And Latham, says, 'Babe, you know life is a ride'
But living's no fun when you're dead inside
I pierce myself to wake up my veins
I'd pierce my heart if I though things would change
I'm jus the like the skin that's been stung and restung
And the campfire songs that are sung and resung
For a girl of my age why am I so numb?
I've been chasing a lie I was sold
Running down and thieves and fools' gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal
I've been swallowed up by greed, I've been spar upon by lust
If they ain't playing with your money they're plying with your trust
And I'm, trying so hard to stop sitting still
To gather the juice that's been spent or been spilled
To find a spark in myself that hasn't been killed
Cause if Death doesn't get you then Life surely will
I've been chasing a lie I was sold
Running down and thieves and fools' gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted
We've been chasing a lie we were sold
We're running down thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dream are just painted, just painted
Just painted, just painted
Coal
Talk about an early frost...
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