Pyrite

There's nothing left
Nothing left to run from
That thought will never haunt you again
If you can shake hands with that demon
Find the will to call it friend

Could you run
Run fast enough to escape
Could you make your peace with this place
Could you let go of these temptations
To keep reaching for fools gold



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Thornburg
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