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• Artiste: Bree Sharp
• Titre: Fool's Gold
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My head is heavy and bent like a crane The wrecking ball blues are coming again 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 thought things would change I'm just 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 thieves and fool's gold And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal I've been swallowed up greed, I've been spat upon by lust If they ain't playing with your money, their playing with your trust 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 thieves and fool's gold And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal We've been chasing the lies we were sold We're running down thieves and fool's gold And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal Talk about an early frost