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