You're a diamond stone,
overthrowing kings,
while I'm on the gallows.
You've gathered flowers,
from the broken tree,
with a few last dollars,
I went all in... again.
Why is every cover,
that hides their wreck below.
When you gonna run to the fire?
Are gonna love through the war?
When you gonna know I'm liar?
When you gonna want a little more?
You bring me shade,
'cause I just got burned,
and I cannot shake it.
Will you hold me up?
'Cause it's all the Earth
and the water's wasted.
The wind has blown me down.
When you gonna run to the fire?
Are gonna love through the war?
When you gonna know I'm liar?
When you gonna want a little more.
Ooooo
Ooooo
Ooooo...
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