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Fat Trout Trailer Park - Gold lyrics

Artist: Fat Trout Trailer Park

album: Fat Trout Trailer Park


Pocket full of gold
I let my hand dive in
I could sell it for soul
Or maybe I could buy some eyelids
Sleep it off until April
Sleep it off and possibly wake up
I left my gold on the table
As a decorative centerpiece
Isn't it shiny
Isn't it great the way it lays
My stomach is burning
As we approach the subway train
Standing in the doorway of competitive desire
Our fate is lingering and whispering
The telling tales of barbed wire
I can't believe what I'm hearing
I can't believe what I feel
I can't believe what I'm seeing
Cause this is way too real
Confusion
You can find me in a hall of mirrors
Puffing out smoke
And while you drink to forget
You'll forget that you're broke
Collusion

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