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Fool's Gold Lyrics
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
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'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
Running down thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal
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
Running down thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal
We're running down thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal
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I think this particular paragraph in particular is about getting out of the funk that we all get in and actually doing something meaningful for the world before we die of wallowing in our own self pity:
"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"