WET SOCKS
I used to think that you would save me
I treat gold as a fool and a king
Pyrite still shines on those cold, cold nights
Real kinds of love don't come with fees
Yeah, we're older now, I've seen the light
The concrete thing that became my rite
I felt some things become aligned
No, I didn't
But I can fake it
Alright
I treat gold as a fool and a king
Pyrite still shines on those cold, cold nights
Real kinds of love don't come with fees
Yeah, we're older now, I've seen the light
The concrete thing that became my rite
I felt some things become aligned
No, I didn't
But I can fake it
Alright
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Writer(s): Mitchell Cutts
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