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Holes in Everything
03:32
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Hey mister death wish I can see by your face
That something died inside of you
Your spirit is all but crushed and there ain't a soul you trust
And everything you love has turned to dust
You set ablaze everyone who turned
An ugly hand upon your plate
And some demon masquerades behind the mask upon your face
And no one here dares speak your name
Run!
Go call to heaven for your thunder now
Burn the whole place down
Burn the whole place down
We'll fix a grave for your broken heart
Throw the pieces down
Throw the pieces down
Hey self destruction man listen here
Don't you pull your guns on me
You put holes in everything and holes in me
You leave nothing standing but your own misery
This place you came to well it isn't much
I don't look on it with pride
Ah but seeing I got time and very much alive
I don't feel the need to die
Run!
Go call to heaven for your thunder now
Burn the whole place down
Burn the whole place down
We'll fix a grave for your broken heart
Throw the pieces down
Throw the pieces down
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Gold Fever
03:42
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Years ago
I labored so
Spent my days always searching for the gold
Devoid of light
No end in sight
I chose to live 'neath the cover of the night
Then one day
A woman came
She wished to lay with me and ease my pain
I could not keep
Her love with me
I broke my vow and she began to weep
All my searching
It came to nothing
No gold did I find
One thousand mornings
One thousand evenings
No tears did I cry
It was pride
That struck me blind
I chose seclusion for my pretty bride
Nothing could shake
Me from this fate
I closed my eyes and waved it all away
My hands are shaking
Gold fever's taken
The joy I might have known
My heart is racing
I am forsaken
No love to call my own
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Zachary Cale Brooklyn, New York
NEXT YEAR'S GHOST out May 24th via Org Music.
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