LYRIC

Autumns gold
Took me so cold
Growing grey
From all the truths I've sold

Biding time
Wanna walk a line
Try to follow rules
But I get so far behind

All the ways I'm searching
Need this drug of choice
Pious suits and book men never hear my voice

Gonna hide
Yeah hurt my pride
Looking for my gold
But I'll take it in my stride

Cities bare
It's not so rare
It's no wonder I crave
With such a cold hard stare

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