Paroles de Pyrite
skin of goldyou dress a heart of stone
dark hair
you rendered me alone
black eyes
convinced i thought the light
was more than a reflection of
a dress of blue
held you when we were through
sad songs
they tell the story wrong
i was happy til the day i told you hell
would hold me if you won't
i wish you well
a dress of blue
held you when we were through
sad songs
they tell the story wrong
i was happy til the day i told you hell
would hold me if you won't
i wish you well
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