Texty:
Black Gold

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I was tapping my foot on a Friday night To my favorite band and I was pushed aside I said, "Hey don't push me", no no no one pushes me When I was face

Bird of prey gonna float away To a feather cloud formation I'm gonna dig for pretty and strange Gonna open me up, a black gold vein Arrow on fire, flash

I may never get what I want But I'm happy just to die trying And I hope, I ain't done nobody wrong But I miss you smiling And I'm looking for a cure '

Almost gave up yesterday Almost made it to the top Short of dying just the other day Fell short of picking up a mop If it's the thought that counts you

Doorways open up and close More ways to a punchline They're all laughing at your clothes Standing in the lunch line You're the talk of the town 'Cause

Grandfather watches the grandfather clock And the phone hasn't rang for so long And the time flies by like a vulture in the sky Suddenly he breaks into

Call you up in the middle of the night Like a firefly without a light You were there like a blowtorch burning I was a key that could use a little turning