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She holds, the fool's gold, and her face is to the wind
She holds, the fool's gold, it's easy to pretend
He's cold, and so old, life gets in the way
He's cold, and so old, and he sees it every day
And so it was written
And so it's gonna be in the end
And so it was written
A fool is better left to pretend
And it's the finest line, of this grand design
And you're gonna have to walk it on your own
She stole, his broken soul, but it's more than she could stand
He knows, what's below, and it's a long fall back to land
And so it was written
And so it's gonna be in the end
And so it was written
A fool is better left to pretend
And it's the finest line, of this grand design
And you're gonna have to walk it on your own
And it's the finest line, of this grand design
And you're gonna have to walk it on your own
- Álbum:
- Non-Album Releases
- Addressed to the Stars
- My Christmas List
- The Wake
- Princess
- California Lullabye
- The Beautiful Machine
- Behind the Walls
- We Love Sharing
- Shot Down
- Blessed As Misfits
- Faded War
- Free! Music! Sampler: Viva la FreevoluCCion
- Release
- Bags of Water
- Words Fall Apart
- Here Today
- Crawford Street
- Sunny Side of the Street
- Reject Bin