Daylight
Morning's creeping in
Had the blackest dream
Are you souring
And I dreamt that I wiped all the blood from your eyes
Woke up thinking I loved you but I can't say why
So please
Leave your fucking money at the door
Concede
You know you'll be coming back for more
We're all looking for gold here
Midnight
And you inch along
Devil's in the backyard now
Where it all went wrong
And I drink myself sick so I wont see you crawl
Guess I drained all your beauty to watch you dissolve
So please
Leave your fucking money at the door
Concede
You know we're all coming back for more
We're all looking for gold here
And I hate that I need you and I don't know why
And I hate that I need you and I can't say why
So please
Leave your fucking money at the door
I Concede
You know you're all coming back for more
So please
Leave your money at the door
We're all looking for gold here
We're all looking for gold here
We're all looking for gold here
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