Fool’s Gold
Bright shining as the sun beaming off a mountainside
Claw the walls to dig you up and make you mine
Wasn't til I held you with the l heart that I wear on my sleeve
You showed me what's real, how in the hell should I feel
Take the truth hide it deep and make it spin
So no one knows the shape that you are really in
But I know what you hide behind those Baby Eyes
Shining just like Fool's Gold
Shining bright like Fool's Gold
I know why you really called me when the world shut down
Trying to sell me all your southern sounds
And I know that I can't trust a thing you say or you do
Cuz you ain't what you seem, I know who's listening
How's worth the price of my bleeding soul
So you get one more ounce of control
Playing all of my cards till somebody folds
Selling all of that Fool's Gold
Selling all of that Fool's Gold
Any way the wind blows is where you'll go
To find another new game to play
I know you why you can't talk about the way I feel
That's the way my blood it ain't real
And I know that you won't give a goddamn about the things that I say
Cuz they ain't the same, the same shit that you're saying
You used to sneak around my back door
Pickin' up all the scraps off my floor
Sliding all round just for fun
Selling all of that Fool's Gold
Selling all of that Fool's Gold
Selling all, selling your Fool's Gold
That Fool's Gold
Claw the walls to dig you up and make you mine
Wasn't til I held you with the l heart that I wear on my sleeve
You showed me what's real, how in the hell should I feel
Take the truth hide it deep and make it spin
So no one knows the shape that you are really in
But I know what you hide behind those Baby Eyes
Shining just like Fool's Gold
Shining bright like Fool's Gold
I know why you really called me when the world shut down
Trying to sell me all your southern sounds
And I know that I can't trust a thing you say or you do
Cuz you ain't what you seem, I know who's listening
How's worth the price of my bleeding soul
So you get one more ounce of control
Playing all of my cards till somebody folds
Selling all of that Fool's Gold
Selling all of that Fool's Gold
Any way the wind blows is where you'll go
To find another new game to play
I know you why you can't talk about the way I feel
That's the way my blood it ain't real
And I know that you won't give a goddamn about the things that I say
Cuz they ain't the same, the same shit that you're saying
You used to sneak around my back door
Pickin' up all the scraps off my floor
Sliding all round just for fun
Selling all of that Fool's Gold
Selling all of that Fool's Gold
Selling all, selling your Fool's Gold
That Fool's Gold
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