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letra de goldie hawn - motherfolk

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i burned my sunday clothes
thought i had found my gold
but here i sit, picking up the pieces
and i’ve given up my hope
replaced with will to cope
i lost my friends to drugs and drinking

i’m slowly slipping away
is it sad to say i feel okay?
i’ve tried my changing
but god, i just don’t care at all

but god knows that i’ve been playing a fool
i’ve been staying up and torturing myself
and if i could, i would save my own soul
i would burn my cross, burn it to the ground

so i screamed my final words
not sure they would be heard
but i packed my bags and i carried on
and now i stay up nights
contemplating the value of one life
but like eric told me, “keep on keepin’ on”

am i broken, is there just too much to fix?
like a puzzle whose pieces just won’t fit
i’m sick of hauling myself in
to learn there’s just nothing that can be done

but god knows that i’ve been playing a fool
i’ve been staying up and torturing myself
and if i could, i would save my own soul
i would burn my cross, burn it to the ground

and i was too scared to face it
i settled for fool’s gold
now i’m trying to make it worth something it’s not

but god knows that i’ve been playing a fool
i’ve been staying up and torturing myself
and if i could, i would save my own soul
i would burn my cross, burn it to the ground

- motherfolk

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